Page 57 of Five Days to Be Mine

“I will. I can’t wait for you to meet them.” I open the door for her.

She drops her hand out of mine and I tense, sure she is going to tell me that this is all too soon and we should take a breather.

Instead, she drops a light kiss on my lips. “I’d like to meet them.”

I grin huge enough to split my face.

She climbs in the car and buckles up.

“There you go. Adjust the seat as needed.”

I wait until Mara has the mirrors just right.

“This seat is comfy.”

“It looks good on you.” I gently close the door and give her a wave.

Mara sits for a moment, staring straight through the windshield, then she puts the car in drive and expertly rolls out of the parking lot.

I want to clap for her and cheer her on, and I'm smiling as I hold the door open for an old woman using a walker.

My phone rings as I walk through the doors of Sinful Bites and I grimace, seeing the number on the screen.

The-devil’s ears must have been ringing.

“Hannah,” I say with as much displeasure as I can muster.

I can’t wait to wrap my arms around Mara tonight and ease the sting of this unpleasant conversation.

It’s never good when my ex-wife calls me.

Hannah knows damn well she’s supposed to go through my attorney.

I remind her of that and close the phone, eager to get through these meetings so I can have another night with my princess.

12 MARA

Ilove seeing people happy and that’s one of the reasons why I wanted to be a florist. Before I knew that floral design—making art with flowers for special occasions—was a thing, I had planned to have my own florist shop one day.

Helping Alex out today was exactly the kind of distraction I needed to stop myself from coming up with reasons of why I shouldn’t spend the days I had agreed to with this handsome guy who let me drive his luxury car.

But he’s not just a guy, he’s Evan.

My Evan.

My Sir Evan.

All throughout the day, I could only think of how his eyes darkened with need as he kissed me, or how he felt against my body. I caught myself blushing while finishing an arrangement for a tenth anniversary.

But the look on his face, when I grazed his skin with my nail, the look of pain, of hollowness, is one that flashed through my mind, too. I wanted to ease whatever had put that look on his face.

This quick romance might be wild and out there, but it doesn’t make how I feel about Evan any less true or real.

And it’s not like I had a line of available, attractive men who wanted to date me. No, I had Ryder the wannabe Dom. It’s not the first time I have heard the, “lose weight and I’ll play with you” line and though I love my curvy body, in the back of my mind, I wonder when Evan is going to deflate the happiness I feel with him by commenting on my weight.

So far, he hasn’t. He said that he’s attracted to me and loves my boobs.

I grin now, stuck in traffic behind an old work van that is coughing in front of me.

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