Page 76 of Power Move

“Davey! Remember the talk we had about flirting. I’m the fucking Maid of Honor!”

“Oh, well, then hot Maids of Honor,” I said.

She stopped dead and glared. “Are you fucking hitting on me, David?”

“Is it working?”

Eva set her jaw and shook her head. I fought the urge to pull her close and kiss the angry look off her lips. She was so adorably infuriating. The more pregnant she looked, the cuter she became. I now knew the difference between anger and Standard-Issue Grumpy Eva.

“Maybe. Depends on what you’re going to do with your mouth after.” Eva walked towards me.

“Oh, if you’d let me do thatlasttime, I would have gotten you off more,” I said.

“I wasn’t comfortable with it. But if you’re still hitting on me after talking about lactation consultants, I can trust you’re not going to get all weird.”

“The test was lactation consultants, Eva?”

“It’s whatever occurs to me. You said you would work. Thankfully, I give out awards generously for effort.” Eva tossed her hair over her shoulder. “You’ve been a good boy. So, maybe there is hope for you after all.”

“Just to clarify, is this a date?”

“I think we can call these dates, but to be certain, I wouldn’t say we weredating.”

I’d settle for that.

Eva

“Youreallywant an electric car?” Davey asked as we waited for a salesman at the Volvo dealership.

We’d kicked off work early to come south—at Davey’s suggestion. Dad was on his way—driving in rush hour.

“Yes,” I said. “Aren’t you all about sustainability these days?”

“I am about ROI,” Davey answered. “That is different than driving a toaster.”

I rolled my eyes. “I want one.”

“Do you even have a charger?”

“I will get one. We have one at the garage near work. You give privileges to those who drive electrics,” I said. “And if I am going to drive in some days, I’d take advantage of it.”

“Do we?”

“You really should talk to HR,” I sighed.

“That is what Daphne is for.”

“Daphne is not your everything woman.”

“As president and leader of the HQ, she is. When I was President, I dealt with that. When I became CEO, I stopped.”

A man approached, either recognizing Davey or knowing what a rich man looked like.

“Can I help you two?” He asked

“We’re looking for an EX30,” I said.

“Oh, come right this way,” he beckoned, going into the car’s features.