Page 93 of Secrets We Fight

I barked out a laugh. Since my parents would more than likely stay in D.C. or attend some presidential thing for America’s birthday, my sister and I were hosting the annual party at our Cape Cod home. We had little to do except make sure the party planner was on top of things, and Faye was handling that. “Finn isn’t invited.”

“Understandable. Well, tell everyone hello when you speak with them, and I’ll keep an eye out for your friend.”

“Thanks again.” We hung up, and I walked back toward the elevators. “Sorry about that.”

“Everything good?” Rhett asked.

“Yep. Just trying to get Declan a job.”

I sent a text to him about my call with Uncle Sean as Day pressed the button on the elevator again. The doors slid open, and the three of us stepped inside and then rode up to the eighth floor.

“We’re ordering pizza,” I said to Day. “You want in?”

“I’m good, thank you. I’m going home to my girl as soon as shift changes.”

I stopped walking toward my condo and faced Agent Day. Speaking with my uncle about the upcoming party gave me an idea. “You know what? I want you both to request the Fourth of July off.”

Rhett and Day shared a confused look, and then Rhett said, “Okay?”

“Bernard and Vance too.”

“Why do you want all of us to take the day off?” Rhett asked.

I shrugged. “Because I want you all there as my guests and not my detail. You deserve a fun holiday, especially after the wedding.”

“Thank you.” Day gave me a small smile.

“Bring your girl also.” I squeezed his upper arm. “There will be dancing, an open bar, and fireworks.”

“We’ll have to talk to Tanner,” Rhett advised.

“Okay. If he gives you any problems, I’ll talk to him,” I stated.

We headed for my condo again, and once Rhett and I were inside, Agent Day stood outside or went to another post. I wasn’t sure given he let Rhett be the man on the inside, even when Rhett wasn’t on duty.

Even though I was aching and could tell I needed a pain pill soon, I found myself telling Rhett, “Order the pizza, then join me in the shower.”

A slow smile slid across his face. “I knew you couldn’t resist me.”

I snorted a laugh. “It’s true, but I don’t want to fuck.”

“Okay. I understand. You’re still healing.” He started for the kitchen, but I grabbed his arm.

“I’m not still mad,” I told him.

“I know.”

I took a step forward and placed my head against his chest. His arms went around my waist as he hugged me. “Really. I just want to feel better so we can do stuff again, especially sex.”

“You’ll get there.”

“And coming off these pain meds is fucking with my emotions.”

“That’s understandable.”

“Okay.” I tilted my head up and kissed him softly. “I want pepperoni, green peppers, and extra cheese.”

“You got it.”