Page 60 of Adoring Delaney

“It’s your birthday.”

My answer was met with an audible inhale.

“The code to your phone is my birthday?”

“Yeah. Always has been.”

“The code to unlock mine, is yours,” she told me something I knew.

“Know that, baby.”

“Of course you did,” she mumbled and unlocked my phone. “By the way, you have a text message.”

“Read it.”

“I can’t read your text message. What if it’s private?”

“There’s nothing private in my life. Not from you, anyway.”

“What if it’s like top secret or something? I don’t want the CIA to come pick me up and lock me away for reading something I shouldn’t.”

She was joking. I didn’t have to take my eyes off the road to hear the teasing in her voice.

“All of the top-secret nuke codes are on my red phone. You’re safe, Laney.”

“It’s from Logan. It says he’ll be at your apartment tomorrow at noon and the rest of the team will be at dinner.”

Noon was great. That meant we could sleep in before Logan showed.

“Perfect.”

“You’re going out to dinner with them?”

“We’re going out to dinner with them.”

“We are?”

“Thought you’d want to meet them. But if you don’t, I can cancel.”

Shit, I thought she’d be happy about the surprise, but maybe I should’ve talked to her about it first.

“Well…”

“No pressure. I can cancel.”

“I don’t want you to cancel. I’m just nervous. I’ve never met your friends.”

Direct hit.

Fuck, but I’ll be happy when these reminders stop coming up.

“You got nothing to worry about. They’re a good group of guys.”

“How many are going to dinner?”

“Only five. The others are training.”

“Five?”

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