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did, since Zoe is still nursing.
    A knock at my door breaks me out of my freak out, but my body remains frozen in place, excitement, sudden-onset nausea, and nerves holding me back.
    Telling myself that I got dressed up for this shindig so I should damn well enjoy it, I force my limbs to move and make my way to the front door, swinging it open with a disgruntled grunt to stop dead in my tracks at the sight of a tuxedo-clad, mighty fine-looking Cade staring at me with his mouth dropped open.
     

 
     

    The minute I see her, it takes everything I have not to push Abi back through her apartment door, slam it shut, and spend the rest of the night tasting and touching every inch of her body. In fact, there is nothing else I would prefer to do more.
    She’s a knockout normally whether it be made-up and on the prowl at the bar, or first thing in the morning without a scrap of makeup on her. I could even say I preferred her naked as the day she was born, hazy from sleep, looking across the bed at me with nothing but sated eyes and a cute pouty smile. It may have only happened a few times but still, it was those moments I looked forward to just as much as the hot-as-fuck sex.
    But seeing her standing in front of me in a dress that is both elegant and sensual, classy and the most effective aphrodisiac even though I just need to think about her to get hard these days.
    It’s red—a deep, sexy red—with one arm bare, the other covered by a long sleeve lined with a lace insert that catches my eye before the sloping neck lining her breasts draws my attention. The matte fabric clings to her curves all the way to her hips before draping down to the ground, a knee-high slit giving me a peek at black heels with a red sole.
    Her golden hair is a mass of loose curls, pinned to the side and flowing over her bare shoulder. My lips ache to kiss her neck, and I clench my fists to stop myself from reaching out and trailing my hands down her sides. My cock strains against my suit pants, unfortunately reminding me that I can’t stand on her doorstep all night, or ensconce myself inside her apartment and spend the night buried inside her.
    “Uh, Cade? Do you plan on standing in the doorway all night staring at me or are we gonna get this show on the road?”
    My eyes clear from their lustful appreciation and drift up her body until I reach her face. “One look at the club that first night and you had me. Had you worn this dress, I would’ve dropped to a knee and asked for your hand in marriage.”
    We stand there staring at each other, sparks coursing through me along with thoughts I really shouldn’t be having about my—what did she call it?—mother buffer.
    Without giving her a chance to hand me a sassy reply, I hold out my hand, and I grin when she laces her fingers in mine. Her eyes blaze with unspoken emotion, and as much as I’d love to walk her backwards, slam the door, and process whatever just happened between us, I know we have to get out of here. It’s the danger zone right now. Pissing off my father would be more than worth it, but with her looking like that, there’s nothing I want more than to walk into a room filled with the who’s who of the city and know that for all intents and purposes, she’s mine.
    “Let’s go, Spitfire. I have a feeling tonight is going to be fun.”

    Walking into the ball room of the Peninsula Hotel, having already made our way through a gamut of photographers and reporters, I lead Abi towards my waiting parents. They’re immaculate in their appearance, as always. Abi’s breath hitches when she sees them, and my fingers instinctively draw her closer into my side.
    “It’s just my parents, Spitfire.”
    “They look like the Graysons from Revenge, ” she whispers, turning her head towards me.
    I chuckle because she’s not far wrong. “The difference is they’d never dare try and double cross each other. It would be uncouth.”
    Looking down, I’m met by wide eyes and her cute-as-fuck