Saint (The Buck Boys Heroes 3) - Page 21

I must have soaked in the warm water for almost an hour because, by the time I got out, all of the bubbles were gone, and the water was chilled.

I crawled into it right after I got back from the dry cleaner.

As soon as I took off my paint-stained dress, I knew it needed emergency intervention. Thankfully, the dry cleaner assured me it would be a breeze to clean.

Since it’s one of my favorite dresses, I was on cloud nine until I was on my way back up to my apartment. I took that elevator trip with a woman who was headed for Sean’s door.

I should have known that based on the fact that she applied an extra layer of lipstick during our journey, and spritzed some heavenly-smelling perfume on the base of her neck.

As she exited the elevator, I lingered in the hallway and got way more than I bargained for.

I saw Sean Wells half-naked.

Even though I’ve seen him on the billboard, getting a full-on glimpse of him without a shirt on was mind-blowing.

“Are you thinking about me, Champ?”

The sound of his voice sends my gaze to the right at breakneck speed. I swear I almost gave myself whiplash.

I glimpse at his handsome face. “No. Why?”

He tilts his chin back a touch. “You’re blushing.”

Dammit.

It’s a curse. Every time I get the slightest bit aroused, my cheeks flush. He can never know that, so I deflect. “It’s warm out this morning. The weather is sure nice lately, isn’t it?”

He cocks a dark eyebrow. “Weather is weather.”

Of course he’s not the type of man you can engage in small talk with.

He gazes jumps from the red dress I’m wearing to the approaching traffic. “What’s on the agenda for today?”

“Work.” I smile. “I’ll come up with a few brilliant ideas, and then I’m having dinner with my boss.”

His eyes search my face. “Is that your way of asking me out?”

I feel my cheeks flush more, so I turn to watch the people walking toward us. “I’m having dinner with Delora.”

“The infamous Delora welcome dinner.” He laughs. “She’s going to take you to a French restaurant. She’ll tell you that she rarely has red wine but will pound back two bottles in record time. Be prepared to hear about her three ex-husbands. The second one was the love of her life, but he dumped her for her sister. The first is her current boyfriend. Don’t be surprised if she’s sexting him throughout dinner.”

I shake my head. “What?”

Jurgen honks the horn as he approaches where we’re standing. “You’re welcome, Champ.”

I take a step toward the car as it slows to a stop. “I didn’t say thank you.”

Sean opens the back passenger door before Jurgen is out of the car. “You will when I conveniently show up just in time for dessert tonight.”

I can’t tell if he’s joking, so I silently get into the car while trying to absorb everything he just told me.

Across the table from me, Delora giggles as she types something into her phone.

We’re at Sérénité, a French restaurant on Tenth Avenue. When we arrived, I had to bite back a smile because Sean nailed that detail this morning when he was describing how my evening would play out.

That smile faded quickly as Delora ordered an expensive bottle of red wine. Before I was done half of my first glass, she had polished off the entire bottle and was onto the second.

I’ve heard details I never should have known about all three of Delora’s marriages.

If Sean’s last prediction is accurate, she’s currently in the midst of a sexting spree with her first ex-husband. His name escapes me because everything became a blur after she told me about her wedding night with her second husband.

That’s a conversation that should be filed away for eternity under ‘never should have happened.’

I take a sip of wine while Delora feverishly taps her fingers against her phone’s screen, stopping briefly to take a side-eyed selfie complete with duck lips.

How the hell did Sean know all of this would happen?

As if on cue, I glance up toward the entrance of the restaurant to see my savior on the approach.

Is this where the Saint nickname stems from?

Does he swoop in and save people from horrendously uncomfortable situations?

Sean shoots me a smile as he nears our table. He sends another one in the direction of our waiter. He’s a friendly, patient guy who seems to be in his early twenties.

The waiter nods as if Sean sent him a silent message.

I watch as Sean grabs a vacant chair from a nearby table. He keeps his gaze trained on mine as he steps up next to Delora.

“What do we have here?”

His voice startles Delora enough that her phone juggles in her hands before it falls to her lap.

“Sean,” she says his name in a breathless rush. “What are you doing here?”

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