Page 127 of Honor

“She’s perfect.”

“He’s on the move.” He points his finger in the direction of Magnus. He’s walking toward Evie with a little too much pep in his step.

She doesn’t need me to protect her, but I want to watch her shut him down, so I take off across the terrace.

“You want us to what now?” Evie’s fingertips dance over the stunning diamond necklace that Charlotte gave her last night as a maid of honor gift. “Bang? Is that the word you used? You want to bang me?”

I stifle a laugh as I stop just behind Magnus, who is currently shifting from one foot to the other. “We banged before. You remember, right?”

“I can’t say I do.” She shakes her head. “I guess that means it wasn’t memorable.”

“It was,” he insists. “You had at least two Os.”

“Os?” She tilts her chin. “As in orgasms?”

“Yeah,” he whispers in a gruff tone. “I’m trying to be discreet here.”

“And I’m trying to be kind.” She glances past him to lock eyes with me. “I’m banging that guy. He gives me multiple Os every time. I’m talking many, many Os. It’s so many Os that I lose count.”

He turns his head so abruptly that I almost laugh out loud. “Reid? You’re banging Reid Hunt? He’s your boss.”

She nods. “He’s my boss and the best lover I’ve ever had.”

He focuses his attention back on Evangeline. “How serious is this thing between you two?”

“She’s going to marry me.”

Evie marches toward me, shoving Magnus aside with a push of her hand on his bicep. “What?”

As soon as she’s in front of me, I’m cupping her face in my hands. I tilt it up so I can kiss her softly. “I’m going to ask you to marry me before the year ends, Evie. I want to do it the day we move into our home in Queens.”

“Our home?” Tears fill her beautiful blue eyes. “We’re going to live in Queens?”

“After we hire a contractor to work some magic, I’d love to live in that house with you. If you can picture living in Queens with me.”

“I can picture it.” She kisses my chin. “It’s what I’ve wanted since I saw the house for the first time.”

Magnus interrupts us by clearing his throat. “Does this mean I’m never going to get a chance to prove to you what a good fuck I am?”

We both laugh, but Evie is the one who responds to him. “We didn’t sleep together. We have never slept together. You pissed me off on the subway that morning. I lost it when I heard you bragging about Julie. No woman wants to give herself to a man who tells the world what they do behind closed doors.”

“You’re serious?” Magnus asks her. “You made it all up.”

“For Julie.” She lets out a heavy exhale. “I guess I wanted to embarrass you because I felt you weren’t respecting her.”

“My record is still intact,” he says, ignoring everything she just said to him. “I’m still a great fuck.”

“That’s what you got out of this?” she questions him, her hands dropping to her hips. “There’s a lesson to be learned here, Mr. Brewster.”

“Right.” He nods curtly as his gaze drops to her tits. “The lesson is I’m still one of the best lays in this town.”

“No,” she says, shaking her head as he wanders off. “That is not the lesson.”

“Where were we?” I ask, reaching for her hand. “I was telling you about our little yellow house, moving to Queens, and getting married in the backyard one day.”

“In our backyard?”

“Yes.” I tug her closer to me. “It’ll take a few months to get the house in tip-top shape, so move into my apartment with me now, Evangeline. Live with me, work with me, and let me love you every single fucking minute of every day.”

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