Carter
When Leonard and I get home on Friday, I’m overjoyed to see Evie sitting in the living room, a book in her hand and a little scowl on her face.
“You all right?” I ask her.
“Yeah, just reading. Why, did I look mad?”
I nod.
“I have an angry reading face,” she says with a laugh. “People always ask me what’s wrong.”
“Cute.” I bend down and kiss her forehead.
When she grips my arms to keep me close, I drop my bag and pull her fully into my arms.
“There are about a million filthy things I want to do to you,” I murmur.
“Like what?”
“Lemme take a shower, and then I’ll show you.”
She grins. “I bet you have a spreadsheet somewhere.”
“Nah, blueprints. We work with blueprints.”
I can’t resist her mouth, which I kiss, and kiss, and kiss. Behind me, Leonard clears his throat. Pulling
