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“There are still so many things you don’t know about me, Wildcat.”
“Can’t wait to find out all your secrets.”
Leaning down, I kiss her again. “See you in an hour,” I say as I reluctantly pull myself from her.
27
MAXIM
Sergei is driving me back to Grace’s apartment so I can pick her up for dinner. Ever the romantic, he got me a dozen red roses for me to give her when I picked her up.
“I think tonight is the start of your new life, Max.” The old man grins, looking at me in the rearview mirror as I straighten my suit.
“I’m ready for it. And you’re still okay about packing up and moving to Ibiza?” I know he was equally as shocked as I was when Grace’s family suggested it.
“It’s time that you move out of home. You’re a grown-ass man,” he jokes which makes me smile. “Of course, I’m fine with that. This old man is surprised he’s lived this long in the profession. Don’t want to push my luck.”
“You’re like a cockroach, not even an atomic bomb would take you out.”
“There’s a compliment in there somewhere I think.” The old man smiles. “I’m proud of you, Max. Your father would be, too.”
“When the hell did we get so fucking sentimental?”
“When you fell in love.” He chuckles.
“Glad I’m getting out of the business, I’ll probably start giving people chances,” I say, with a shudder.
We arrive back at Grace’s apartment, and I’m buzzed in again. Her entire family except her parents who are in Kiribati are waiting for me to arrive.
“Wow, you went all out there.” Mateo grins.
“Looks like he’s trying too hard,” Tomas adds.
“Would you stop it?” Zoe says, hitting Tomas in the stomach. “She’s going to love them.”
“Where are you going for dinner?” Sophie asks.
“George V.”
Brooks whistles. “Guess there’s money in killing people then?”
Sophie throws a cushion at him which makes him laugh.
“I invested my money wisely,” I tell them.
Grace enters the room while fixing her earring. She looks incredible dressed in a green stain wrap dress that hugs her curves and then dips down the front giving me the perfect view of her cleavage. Her blonde hair is pulled into a slick ponytail, and she has killer heels on that accentuate her long legs. She takes my breath away.
“These are for you,” I say, handing her the bouquet.
“Max, they are gorgeous,” she says, grabbing them, then inhaling their scent.
“Let me take those for you,” Mackenzie says, grabbing the bouquet from her sister and walking into the kitchen.
“You look beautiful,” I say, finally able to greet her as I place a kiss on her cheek.
“Thank you.”
“Are you ready to be wined and dined?” I whisper into her ear.
