Page 90 of Magic and Muffins

“I’ve done my hair on my own for most of my thirty-three years. Go away.”

“Try not to look business. You’re trying for sexy. Appealing. I know it’s a stretch?—”

Cross caught the hairbrush Shepard threw and tossed it back to him.

“Everly, are you going to allow him to treat me this way?” Cross asked with a mock pout.

“Don’t pull me into your squabbling. I’m just here to spectate.” I smirked. “And for the eye candy.”

Shepard’s ass in those suit pants was drawing my gaze every time he moved.

Cross chuckled as Shepard glanced at me with golden eyes.

“Did I mention they want you to be part of this interview, too?” Shepard asked.

That wiped the smirk right off my face.

“Heck no.”

“Are you sure?” Cross asked. “You’d be a household name after today. Think of how the publicity now would help our bakery later.”

I frowned. “You’re playing dirty. You need to stop hanging out with Vena.”

He winked at me. “I had something tailored for you, too. Go look.”

Curious, I went to check the closet. Since everything was new to me, it took a while for me to find a pant-suit set in the same shade as Shepard’s in my section of the closet.

I grinned, loving the idea of couple outfits. Different, yet close enough to be intentional.

“What do you think?” Cross asked, stepping behind me.

“I love it. Thank you.”

Cross kissed the back of my neck. “You’re welcome. I have one more surprise for you, but after you get ready.”

I took a little extra time to do my makeup and hair. When I emerged from the bedroom, both men watched me hungrily. The shorter suit coat accentuated all my curves and gave me the illusion that I had longer legs than I did. The heels helped that, too.

“You look beautiful, Everly,” Shepard said. “I’m glad we picked the lighter suit.”

“Same,” I said. Then I looked at Cross, who hadn’t changed yet.

“I’ll be right back,” he said.

He blurred away as Shepard slowly walked around me. When he faced me again, his eyes were pure gold.

“I see that you like the view.”

“Very much.”

“What exactly do I need to know for this interview?” I asked.

“Nothing. Just be yourself. You’re the glue that binds Cross and I together.”

My eyes went wide. “We’renottalking about our relationship on the news.”

His hands closed over my shoulders, giving me a reassuring squeeze.

“We’ll only reveal whatever you’re comfortable with. Cross and I talked about it, and we think if you share that you woke him and worked for me that’s enough. We don’t need to go any deeper into what we feel for each other.”

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