Page 80 of Billion Dollar Revenge

Evan’s blue eyes slide slowly and seductively down my body. “You look more than fine.”

Happiness fills me at his gravelly tone. “Thanks. We kinda match.”

He gives me a wolfish grin. “I hadn’t thought about that.”

Every day, my attraction for him deepens. Now it’s my chance to take in his handsome body. He’s wearing a navy button-up shirt, undone at the top, and his shirt isn’t tucked in. His blue jeans fit so well on his thick thighs, it has me salivating already to get them off. His dark boots make heavy sounds with eachstep, resonating through my bones. It’s a sexy swagger I can’t get enough of.

We walk the few steps to Evan’s gram’s house. Surprisingly, I’m not nervous. It’s probably because I met her over a year ago. But even if I was, he’s reassuring me with his touch. I squeeze his hand tighter. As he tilts his head, and I flash him a smile, and his lips turn up in response. He kisses my temple before ringing the doorbell. His affectionate ways have me on cloud nine. I wanted to feel loved and cherished, and now with Evan, I realize this is the first time I’m truly experiencing it.

There’s also peace in the fact I am meeting his gram. I’m meeting his family. This never happened with Bobby. I wasn’t good enough for that. With Evan, I’m good enough to be here on his arm. My heart sings with delight.

The door opens to reveal a woman with short dark hair. I notice the flecks of gray as the light hits it.

“Saylor,” says Evan, his gram’s housekeeper.

“Come in. Gram is out back in her garden,” she says, opening the door wide.

She looks at me with a warm smile, so I give her one back.

As we step into the house, it smells delicious. The waft of cake hits my nose. I can’t wait to taste whatever is baking.

We wander through the house toward the back door, and Evan opens it. Hearing sounds coming from the left, we walk down until we find Gram sitting in a chair, under the shade. The afternoon sun is gone, but her frail, thin skin still needs protection.

“Hey, Gram,” says Evan warmly.

She glances up, a smile stretching on her face. “Evan. Chelsea.”

“Hi,” I say as butterflies fill my stomach.

There’s a gleam in her eye. Evan releases my hand and leans forward to lay a kiss on her cheek.

She holds his cheeks in her hands.

“You good?” he asks.

“I’m good.” She pinches his cheeks, and he steps back to stand beside me again.

“What are you doing out here? Aren't you cold?” he asks.

I peer down and notice she’s in a short-sleeve pale green dress. Her hair is immaculately styled, but the gust of wind flattens it.

“Why don’t you go grab me a coat and flick the kettle on, and I’ll have a little chat with Chelsea.”

“Is that wise?” Evan asks, but there’s a softness to it.

She rolls her eyes and shoos him. “E, be a good boy and go.”

His gaze drops to me, waiting for my permission. “I’m fine. Listen to your gram and go on.”

A little flicker of heat deepens in his eyes.

I bite my bottom lip, watching him exhale a big breath and turn around to leave. Then I take the empty space next to her.

“How are you and Evan?”

She gets straight into it, doesn’t she?

“Wonderful. He's such a gentleman.”

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