EPILOGUE
JACK
“Wow.” I think my mouth just dropped to the floor. I never thought I would say that Erin could look sexier with clothes on, but this dress was made for her. The slit up the side gives me a view of those killer legs, and in heels they look even longer.
“I take it you like?” Erin smiles coyly at me.
I take a step closer to her, letting my fingers touch her bare shoulder and travel down her arm. “I want to see what this dress looks like on the floor,” I whisper against her ear.
Erin swallows hard.
“Jack,” she laughs, “we’re going to be late.”
“f**k the Grammys.” Seriously, I don’t need one. I just need Erin.
“You can’t skip the Grammys! You’re performing.” She takes my hand as we exit the house and climb into the waiting limo.
The limo hits traffic as soon as we are out
