Walk of Shame (Love Unexpectedly, #4)

by Lauren Layne

“Exterminator?” I say, nudging the donut box toward Ramon. “Going to be a bit hard for them to eliminate the vermin, won’t it? What with the rat himself being in your office all day?”

He glanced back and saw Georgiana waving at him happily, much as she had with the cab driver. Don’t wave back. For the love of God, man, don’t— Andrew lifted his hand, just briefly, in acknowledgment. Damn. She really was the most ridiculous creature. He carefully hid his smile until he was back outside.

I watch as Hailey Miller laughs hysterically at something Andrew’s just told her. Really? Because I know for a fact that the man’s not even the slightest bit funny.

Ridiculous, yes, but to his way of thinking, there were few markers more telling of intelligence than a quick wit and a sharp tongue, and Georgiana had both in spades.

“What exactly did you do for exercise, Georgiana?” he says, giving me a skeptical look. “Twirl your hair?” “If I do it vigorously, it counts as cardio.”

A second later, a six-foot-two silhouette appears in my doorway. “You really should lock the deadbolt, Georgiana.”

“When I kissed you the other day”—his fingers spread wide over my back, coaxing me even closer—“that wasn’t a mistake. Not even fucking close. Or if it was, it’s one I intend to make all over again.”

“I didn’t ask,” he says, planting warm kisses along my neck. “How are you feeling?” “Right now? Never been better,” I whisper, pulling his mouth back to mine.

He fell back asleep, but he didn’t dream. No need. He was already living the dream.

How had this woman gone from being the aggravating menace of his early mornings to the center of everything?

Everything 🥺

“Georgiana. Are you blushing?” She took a sip of water. “No. It’s just hot in here.” He leaned forward. “Bet we could make it a lot hotter if we left here.”

“When you gave Hailey Ash’s number, did you simultaneously delete it from your phone?” She snorted. “Um, no. It’s Ash Morrigan, Andy.” “Georgiana.” “Hmm?” He smiled and held her gaze. “Lose that phone number.” Her answering smile told him she knew what he was trying to say. You’re mine.

She wasn’t just hot. She was enchanting. And he was enchanted.

She wasn’t blindly waiting for some fairy tale; she was just smart enough to believe that she deserved it.