“She kissed me,” Evan said, shooting a look at Riley. He reached for her hand and towed her around the island to where Carl had set the tacos. “Let’s get something to eat. I’m starving.” He took the lid off the aluminum tray to expose tortillas, beef, pico de gallo, sour cream, guacamole, black beans, and Spanish rice. Evan’s stomach growled, as he hadn’t eaten since the billionaire brunch that morning. He couldn’t wait to tell Riley some of the stories from that meeting-s***h-meal.
heCarl left the kitchen, his footsteps quite loud on the stairs as he went up. Evan didn’t care. Carl wasn’t the boss of him, and he couldn’t dictate who Evan saw or liked or kissed.
Riley glanced out the doorway, and Evan braced himself for the questions. “You promised him you wouldn’t kiss me?”
“Tonight,”
