Chapter 25
Xander
My heart is still racing. Every time I step into her room, I lose years of my life. I make my way to my office, knowing it’s going to be a late night so I can get ahead.
Marco’s already there, leaning against my desk with a glass in hand. “How’d it go—” He turns, catches the look on my face, and sets the drink down. “Woah. What’s with that smile?”
I don’t answer. The corner of my mouth pulls higher. No matter how I look at it, she’s softening. Even if it’s only when she’s drunk, it’s progress. The thought sits warm in my chest, foreign and addictive.
“Toby’s getting whatever he wants for his birthday,” I say finally, moving behind the desk. The corner of Marco’s mouth lifts like he wants to ask why, but he knows better.
I drop into my chair, wake the computer. “Tell everyone we’re going to the Montclair Ball.”
Marco blinks. “I thought you weren’t going to those anymore.”
“My wife wants to go on a date.”