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Authors: Sheralyn Pratt
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They loved him. If only they had urged him onto social media sooner maybe their show wouldn’t be on the chopping block. The man was funny… although that picture of her junk drawer had nearly put her over the edge. Grace kept her world OCD clean. She allowed herself only one spot—one drawer—for all the chaos, and Ashton had posted it for all the world to see. The only thing that had talked her off the ledge of giving him a piece of her mind was the fact that 90% of all the comments had been in support of having a junk drawer.
Grace wasn’t the only one with a designated space for chaos in her life, just like most of the current commenters thought her custom order at Phillip’s looked delicious.
Take that, Ashton.
Every time he posted, Grace got more followers. She was currently only 327 followers away from cracking the elusive 10K follower mark. She’d have to go out for a celebratory dinner when that happened and tease Ashton that he was still sitting at 4K. Sucker.
As Grace debated on how to respond to Ashton’s post, she happened to glance up at Phillip and smiled at the picture he made. Grace wasn’t the only one in their relationship who made good arm candy. Phillip looked like a model in the Joseph Abboud charcoal and black slim-fit suit he was wearing. The overhead lighting was hitting him just right, highlighting his bone structure even as his five o’clock shadow added just a hint of the rough and rustic look. Between his ice blue eyes, dark hair, and the way he held his wine glass in the suit, he looked like a model shooting an ad campaign for the wine.
Unable to let the moment pass, Grace opened the camera on her phone and started snapping shots.
There were many things to love about Phillip. He was driven and never made a promise he couldn’t keep, for starters. He was also one of those rare people who remembered everyone’s name and could always find a topic of shared interest to talk about. He was both professional and personal… and on top of all that, the man made one mighty fine picture.
She flipped through the photos, examining all the details until she found the one with the best shadows and angles. Then she popped it into the photo editor, prettied it up even more and posted it to Instagram with the caption My man knows how to rock a suit.
A glance at the time showed that it was 11:12 p.m. She wasn’t going to get to bed before midnight, which meant tomorrow was going to be a long day. A more immediate problem, however, was that her feet were beginning to feel again. And feeling was a nice way of saying sharp, debilitating pain. At this point Grace wasn’t sure she could stand up.
She had just decided to rest her eyelids when she heard Phillip step up next to her. He pressed his lips into the top of her head to get her attention. “I’m so sorry, hon. I really wanted to talk him out of a few cases of those Charbonos.”
Grace opened her eyes and looked up at him. “And did you?”
He smiled. “Of course I did.”
“Nice. Want to celebrate by carrying me to the car?”
He glanced at her shoes. “Did your feet give up the ghost for the night?”
Grace nodded. “It was a mistake to sit down.”
“I could have told you that,” he said, stooping down and moving her arm to drape around his neck before cradling her in his arms and picking her up.
“My hero,” Grace said, leaning her head against his shoulder. “I could fall asleep like this.”
“That can be arranged,” he chuckled, heading for the exit.
She pressed a kiss to his cheek. “Babe , if that was on your bucket list for the night, we should have left at least two hours ago.”
Phillip said nothing, and while Grace wanted to pretend that the silence was companionable, she knew better. Phillip was annoyed, but if he wasn’t going to say anything, she wasn’t going to say anything. They’d been doing that dance a lot lately.
“We’re here,” Phillip said when they reached his car. “Prepare your
Grace wasn’t the only one with a designated space for chaos in her life, just like most of the current commenters thought her custom order at Phillip’s looked delicious.
Take that, Ashton.
Every time he posted, Grace got more followers. She was currently only 327 followers away from cracking the elusive 10K follower mark. She’d have to go out for a celebratory dinner when that happened and tease Ashton that he was still sitting at 4K. Sucker.
As Grace debated on how to respond to Ashton’s post, she happened to glance up at Phillip and smiled at the picture he made. Grace wasn’t the only one in their relationship who made good arm candy. Phillip looked like a model in the Joseph Abboud charcoal and black slim-fit suit he was wearing. The overhead lighting was hitting him just right, highlighting his bone structure even as his five o’clock shadow added just a hint of the rough and rustic look. Between his ice blue eyes, dark hair, and the way he held his wine glass in the suit, he looked like a model shooting an ad campaign for the wine.
Unable to let the moment pass, Grace opened the camera on her phone and started snapping shots.
There were many things to love about Phillip. He was driven and never made a promise he couldn’t keep, for starters. He was also one of those rare people who remembered everyone’s name and could always find a topic of shared interest to talk about. He was both professional and personal… and on top of all that, the man made one mighty fine picture.
She flipped through the photos, examining all the details until she found the one with the best shadows and angles. Then she popped it into the photo editor, prettied it up even more and posted it to Instagram with the caption My man knows how to rock a suit.
A glance at the time showed that it was 11:12 p.m. She wasn’t going to get to bed before midnight, which meant tomorrow was going to be a long day. A more immediate problem, however, was that her feet were beginning to feel again. And feeling was a nice way of saying sharp, debilitating pain. At this point Grace wasn’t sure she could stand up.
She had just decided to rest her eyelids when she heard Phillip step up next to her. He pressed his lips into the top of her head to get her attention. “I’m so sorry, hon. I really wanted to talk him out of a few cases of those Charbonos.”
Grace opened her eyes and looked up at him. “And did you?”
He smiled. “Of course I did.”
“Nice. Want to celebrate by carrying me to the car?”
He glanced at her shoes. “Did your feet give up the ghost for the night?”
Grace nodded. “It was a mistake to sit down.”
“I could have told you that,” he said, stooping down and moving her arm to drape around his neck before cradling her in his arms and picking her up.
“My hero,” Grace said, leaning her head against his shoulder. “I could fall asleep like this.”
“That can be arranged,” he chuckled, heading for the exit.
She pressed a kiss to his cheek. “Babe , if that was on your bucket list for the night, we should have left at least two hours ago.”
Phillip said nothing, and while Grace wanted to pretend that the silence was companionable, she knew better. Phillip was annoyed, but if he wasn’t going to say anything, she wasn’t going to say anything. They’d been doing that dance a lot lately.
“We’re here,” Phillip said when they reached his car. “Prepare your
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