22. Vivian
Chapter twenty-two
Vivian
Cozy under a plush blanket on the couch, I smile as the scene unfolds on my Kindle. The FMC in my story was just hauled out of her own business over the shoulder of the very handsome—and much older—MMC after he confessed his hidden feelings for her. The spunky FMC sassed him, and he spanked her right in front of her friends. I giggle at her reaction when the doorbell pulls me back to reality.
My eyes widen and my heart rate increases as I glance over to the screen of the smart speaker on the kitchen counter—what in the world is Walker doing here?
When Shane and Savannah completed their guest house remodel, they had no idea it would have two temporary residents just a few months later. Due to Shane's work as a defense attorney, their home, including the guesthouse, has been fitted with a higher level of security and more tech upgrades than my Chicago condo. Legal battles tend to bring out the crazy in people, regardless which side of the aisle they are sitting on. The additional security measures have also helped me sleep a little better at night. It may only be cameras and alarms, but with so much unknown with those sinister poems, I appreciate any extra layer of security for my daughter and myself.
A soft knock follows the chime, and I quickly smooth the rogue hair that fell out of my messy bun. I wasn’t expecting company, let alone the hottest man I’ve ever seen in my life, but yoga pants and an old T-shirt will have to do. I unlock the front door, and when I swing it open to see him leaning against the porch railing, I should really check for drool. I’m still not convinced he isn’t some demi-god with how he always looks so damn good. And that’s before he shoots a brilliant smile at me.
I didn’t know it was possible for someone to literally make me swoon.
But for the love, this man makes me swoon.