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Rogan flashes a grin. “You know it. Bye!” He hangs up.
“He looks great,” I say.
“I hope he can hold his shit together for the rest of this year. He’s so close to being done with college,” Niall says.
I nod. “I know. But then we’ll be worried about him playing for the NFL.”
“O’Rourke siblings, only one worry at a time,” Lucy says.
“You’re right,” I agree. “What are you two doing tonight?”
“We’re going to the movies. You want to come?” Lucy asks.
“No, I’m going to get caught up on my laundry.” Having a boyfriend means less time to take care of things like having clean clothes. But who needs clean clothes when your boyfriend prefers you naked?
CHAPTER 19
MAEVE
“Maeve, are you almost ready?” Trey calls out from the other side of the door.
I’ve been in one of Trey’s guest bathrooms for the past hour, doing my makeup and curling my hair.
“I’ll be out in five minutes.” I shuck the bathrobe from my shoulders, carefully stepping into my dress. I slowly draw the delicate material upward, slipping the thin straps over my shoulders. Reaching around, I tug up the short zipper that starts beneath my ass and ends at the small of my back.
Sitting on the vanity bench, I slip my feet into the silver stilettos and fasten the narrow ankle straps. Standing, I spin to face the mirror and take in my reflection. I smooth my hands down over the icy-green material, and check out my profile view on each side. This dress fits like a glove from my chest to my upper thighs and then it flares slightly. There’s a slit on one side that exposes a large portion of my leg.
I open the door and find Trey with his hand raised to knock. “Here I am.” I smile.
His gaze skims up and down the front of my body like a heated caress. “You’re beautiful,” he says.
“Thank you.” Turning my back to him, I ask, “Will you please fasten the two sides into a neat bow?” The back of the dress has a thin lace that crisscrosses over my bare skin.
“I’d rather be undoing the zipper and getting you out of this dress.”
“Mmm, as much as I like that idea, I know it would be a bad look if you missed your dad’s retirement celebration.”
He growls with frustration. “I know. I’ll be spending my night thinking about what I’m going to do to you once we get back here.” He drags his fingertips down my spine, making me shiver.
“I can’t wait.” I hold still as his fingers deftly fasten the bow. He slaps my ass, taking me by surprise. “Ow!”
His lips tease the shell of my ear. “Later, I’ll kiss it better.” His teeth nibble my neck, and my knees go weak. “Are you ready to leave, Sunshine?”
I grab my small purse from the vanity and nod. “I’m all set.” When I spin around, my gaze slowly scrolls over his tuxedo-clad physique. I try to whistle, but it sounds like a sputter of air, so I settle for saying, “Hello, sexy.”
He laughs. “You can’t whistle?”
“No, not well, anyway.”
“That’s okay, Sunshine. Your mouth is good at the important things.”
Holding hands, we slowly walk down the staircase together. “I hope I don’t break an ankle in these heels.”
“If you do, I’ll carry you around,” he says.
“I know you would, babe.”
We step out onto the porch, and the air is so muggy it’s like walking into a damp wall. “Ugh, why did I move here again?” I ask.