“Are you sure you don’t want me to—” Stefano asked, nodding toward the building as I took my seatbelt off.
I was ready to be free—from my clothes, from my shoes. Ready to put my feet up, soak in a two-hour bath, and knock out in a coma-level beauty sleep.
Tamara texted me an hour ago, reminding me about Seattle. We’re meeting at exactly nine tomorrow morning.
I’m already packed... and lowkey terrified of whatever’s going to happen at that bachelor party. More than that, I’m nervous about what Tamara has planned for me to do.
I’m gonna need to confess my sins again after this, aren’t I?
“You make it sound like I need to walk ten blocks home,” I told him. “It’s not like I’m gonna get lost. You still have to go to work, remember?”
He sighed, defeated. “Right.”
Honestly, he deserved a p
