Page 79 of Obeying the Owner

“Holy crap. I feel so important. I might pass out.”

I laugh. “You’ll be fine.”

“Maeve, here’s your drink,” Trey says, handing me a glass. “Hey, Sheryl. Can I get you a drink?”

“Yes, please. I’d love a glass of white wine.”

Trey turns back to the bar to order, and Sheryl fans her face. She mouths, “He’s so hot.”

I nod. “I agree one hundred percent.”

Sheryl leans closer to me. “How are things going?”

“Amazingly well. Despite our differences, we just click.”

“No problems with his daughter?”

“Not at all. She’s great.”

She glances around to make sure no one is listening. “When will you two go public with your relationship?”

“I don’t know. Things have been so wonderful that I want to keep it private for now. I don’t want to invite any outside influences in.”

“That’s understandable. It’s not like your boyfriend is some average guy no one knows.”

“Exactly. And I am some average girl, so I may be slightly insecure about it.”

She nudges her shoulder into mine. “Shut up. You’re awesome.”

I lean my head on her shoulder. “Aww, thanks. But you’re my friend, so you’re obligated to say that.”

“Trey Ledger can choose anyone in the world,” she says.

My head cocks as I look at her. “Is that supposed to make me feel better?”

She rolls her eyes so hard, I’m concerned her fake lashes might fall off. “Let me finish. My point is, you’re obviously special if he chose you.”

“Sheryl,” Trey interrupts, handing her a glass.

“Thank you,” she says before taking a sip. “Mmm.” She taps her fingernails against the side of the glass. “This is some expensive wine. You know how I can tell?”

“How?” I ask.

She whispers, “It tastes like shit.”

I laugh too loud, then cover my mouth. “I don’t know if I can handle sitting next to you all night. You might make me choke on my dinner.”

“And when you go home, Trey will make you choke on his?—”

“What are you two getting into?” Trey asks.

“That’s classified,” Sheryl says.

He grins. “I don’t think I want to know anyway.”

“Have you seen your parents yet?” I ask him.

“No, but I was talking to a bunch of people while I was waiting for our drinks. It looks like the turnout is great.”

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