CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
ROWAN
FOUR MONTHS LATER
Diesel: You wearing that sexy red thong I like?
Rowan: I was thinking commando might be more your style?
Diesel: Screw dinner. Gonna f**k you against the table instead.
Rowan: That is not the romance package I signed up for on our first Valentine’s Day.
Diesel: Okay, fair point. I’ll wine and dine you, then f**k you senseless.
Rowan: Deal.
“You sure you’re okay babysitting?” I ask Elle who’s sitting on my bed, waiting for me to finish getting ready for my hot date tonight.
“I think I can handle a three-year-old,” she states. “Plus, Kenzie and I are having a singles-only party after Dawson goes to bed, so she’ll be there to help me.”
It’s been a crazy five months since Chelsea and Dawson moved to Texas. In fact, it’s been quite the adven
