“Well, I have to join in on some family traditions today anyway, but can you meet me for dinner tomorrow?”
“Just call me when you’re ready.”
“Okay.”
“Okay.”
“Can we fuck one last time before you leave?”
“Of course.” He pushes the robe off my shoulders, letting it fall to the ground before pulling me into his lap.
EIGHTEEN
JAMES
The following afternoon
“Mr. Calloway, will you be joining us at our annual Four Seasons caroling event tomorrow evening?” The woman on the phone asks.
“No, but I need your manager to do me a huge favor.”
“I’m listening.”
“My mother, Jane Calloway, will be getting a reservation gift from me soon,” I say. “I need the valet to bring her to The Grace Estate when she checks in.”
“Will do. Is it just you she’ll be meeting?”
“No.” I pause. “Tell her Taryn is here, too. She’ll know who I’m talking about.”
“As you wish, sir.”
I end the call and slip out of my car, tossing the keys to the valet.
Making my way to the gift plaza, I debate getting a second gift for Taryn.
“James?” A familiar voice calls out, making my blood run cold.
I turn around to see Tucker in a suit.
“Hey, what’s up?” He has the audacity to smile. “Me and Lauren have been on the waiting list for this place for months, and can’t believe we managed to reserve Christmas dates.”
“How amazing.”
He holds out his hand for a shake, but I leave him hanging.
“I haven’t seen you in person in forever, and this is the welcome I get?”
"If I had known you’d beanywhere here, I would've never stepped foot in the lobby."
“Are you here alone?”
“I will be when I walk away.”
Lauren appears at the staircase, and he waves her over to join us.
"Guess who I ran into, babe.”
“Oh wow.” She beams. "Are you here alone?"