Bonus Epilogue – Meghan
“What’s taking so long?” I call out, loud enough for Sebastian to hear me through the door.
There’s a grunt. And a curse. Followed by a thump as something hits the wall.
“Just give me a minute!” he shouts back.
I roll my eyes and adjust the fabric draping across my chest, making sure it’s secured correctly under the golden ropes tied around my waist. “You’ve had several minutes already.”
There’s another grunt, and what sounds like him jumping up and down.
“Who’s fucking idea was it to dress up in Halloween costumes in the middle of the summer?”
I grin, thinking about the outfit he’s putting on. “Would you really rather wear that in October?”
He scoffs, “And freeze my damn nuts off? I don’t think so.”
“See? Could’ve been worse.” I lean against the wall, waiting for him to finish getting ready. “Plus, it’s for a good cause.”
“Sounds expensive,” my husband grumbles, making my grin grow wider.
“Speaking of expensive, I heard Luke’s leaving tomorrow for some family wedding in Mexico. ”
Another thump.
“How do you even know that?” he sounds exasperated, but I can’t tell if it’s because of the topic, or the leather he’s dealing with.
I reach up and twirl a curl around my finger. “I heard it from Izzy. Who heard it from Katelyn. Who heard it from Jackson. Who, I’m assuming, heard it from Luke.”
“Well, next time you get invited to some charity costume whatever-the-fuck this is, let’s just send them a check and then go to Mexico instead.”
There’s a final grunt, and then the handle to the bedroom door is finally opening.
I hadn’t told Sebastian what we were wearing, so he hasn’t seen my flowy, rather revealing, Grecian goddess dress yet.
But now… now he’s seeing it.
Seeing me.
And the look on his face tells me that he likes it.
A lot.
But then he’s stepping out of the bedroom, and every complete sentence in my brain fizzles into a random pile of letters. Because standing before me is a half-naked, tattooed and sculpted Sebastian LeBlanc.
The dark brown leather skirt hits him just above the knees. And the sandals that shouldn’t be so sexy on him, are. They really, truly, are.
But it’s the top half.
Dear god, the top half.
The crisscrossing leather straps molded to his chest have my mouth watering.
“Holy shit.” My whispered expletive is drowned out by Sebastian’s, “Holy fuck!”
Moving towards me, eyes racing up and down my form, Sebastian drops the Roman shield on the ground. “We’re not going.”
Closing the rest of the distance between us, I wrap my fingers around the leather and pull him against me. “We’re going late.”