CHAPTER FIFTEEN
Right on time, Dax came back to the apartment at nine o’clock, and although she smelled liquor on him, Ivy didn’t begrudge him needing the courage. He took a shower, and she was ready by the time he emerged, dressed, from the bathroom.
Seeing him in a suit made her smile. “What are you smiling at?” he asked as she put in his cufflinks for him.
“You’re not usually so put together,” she said. “Seeing you like this reminds me of Vegas.”
“When we got married, I was wearing jeans.”
“Not then; the night we met,” she said, finding his eyes. “You were dressed up that night, sitting in the corner of that couch, you kept looking at me.”
“You were the one who couldn’t take your eyes off me, babygirl,” he said, resting his fingers around her hips.
“You weren’t like any of them,”
