CHAPTER 39
“YOU KNOW YOU’RE going to court, right?” Emmy asked me the next morning. “Not a fashion show?”
Well, yes, of course I knew that. But I’d done my hair and chosen a suit that showcased my *ahem* assets because Jay would be there. And I also knew that would piss him off.
Ethan wore a suit too. Bradley had ordered it for him and put the screws on the designer to skip the wait for custom tailoring. I firmly believed that every man should own a made-to-measure suit, if only for the pleasure a woman got from peeling him out of it. I shoved my hands into my jacket pockets because they itched to reach for Ethan’s buttons.
My phone buzzed in my hand, and I glanced at the screen. Trick? Guess Emmy wasn’t answering right now, so he’d decided to try another option. Well, he’d have to wai
