I was grabbing my phone from the counter to call him when Kieran’s name flashed on the screen. I swiped to the right. “Hey, handsome.” “Hello, gorgeous,” he purred back in his deep, alluring tenor. “Changed your mind about marrying me yet?” “Nope, but please keep trying. My self-control has always been wanting.” I grabbed a mug and the caffè d’orzo and fixed myself a cup, pinning the phone between my ear and my shoulder. Fuck tea. I was still Dylan Casablancas. “Whatcha doing?” “Just finished physical therapy and about to hit the shower.”
