Page 32 of The Maverick (WaterFyre Rising #7)

CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN

ATTIKUS

“No, thanks.” Vanessa rushed past me and out of the kitchen.

Smiling, I stared after her, noticing she hadn’t taken off her flip-flops. If I were a decent man, I’d leave her alone, but I was an aroused man who needed one more look at his striking fiancée.

“You forgot the flip-flops, Lily Pad.”

“Ugh.” She cursed, removed the flip-flops, turned around, and walked back to me. My eyes darted to her chest, loving their shape and wondering what they’d feel like—taste like.

She took my empty hand and placed the flip-flops in it. “Here. Since you wanted to see them .”

She knew me so well.

“They’re perfect,” I said, placing the flip-flops on the mat. “Who wouldn’t? They’re the best thing I’ve ever woken up to.”

She rolled her eyes and turned to head out of the kitchen.

“Wait.”

She huffed out a breath and whirled to face me. “What?”

“Do you have any pressing projects?”

“Why?”

“I need to take you somewhere important this weekend.”

“Where?”

“You answer me first.”

“Why?” she asked, looking annoyed.

Despite that, she turned me on.

Her eyes darted to the bulge in my pants.

“If you answer my question quickly, you can leave the kitchen.”

“I have nothing pressing.”

“Great.” I placed my coffee cup on the counter and looked at her. “Start packing. We’re flying out this evening.”

“To where?”

“Hawaii.”

“What? Why?”

“We’re getting married.”

Speechless, she blinked at me.

“When we come back, you’ll be Mrs. Mount.”