Page 81 of The Forever Rule

I grinned and shook my head. “You can keep adding words, I don’t mind. Let me grab my bag.”

“Seriously though, I love that dress on you.”

I blushed, and grabbed my bag before walking out and locking the door behind me.

“Thank you. I’m not going to lie and say that it was the first thing that I picked out. Please don’t look at my closet because it might appear as though a tornado went through there.”

His lips twitched, but he reached around to press his hand to the small of my back, leading me to his car. He was so warm, so big. And I needed to rein in on whatever the hell was going on with me.

“I didn’t ask where we were going. Which in retrospect I probably should have considering you know, clothing.”

“You look beautiful. And appropriately attired for Le Petit Pearl.”

My eyes widened. “Fancy French food? Look at you go.”

“Not too fancy. I didn’t have to wear a suit jacket, and gasp, I’m showing forearms.”

I wiggled my brows as we got in the car. “I mean, forearm porn is a thing.”

He paused in the act of starting his car. “What?”

“I didn’t say anything,” I blurted, my voice slightly high-pitched.

“No, you’re going to have to explain what that means.” He’d started the car, and pulled out of the driveway, and we made our way toward the restaurant.

I gave in, knowing he’d persist. “It’s just that when a man pulls up his sleeves to show off his forearms and wecan see the muscles there, and sometimes the veins, it just does things. I can’t explain it.”

He looked at his arms, and then at me, before looking back to the road. “Forearms. I guess you learn a new thing every day.”

Our conversation moved on to easier topics, and thankfully not just his forearms, by the time we made it to the restaurant. There was an actual valet in front, and I just shook my head, a smile playing on my face.

“What?” Aston asked as he helped me out of the car.

“You said it wasn’t fancy, and now there’s a valet.”

“Because this parking lot is terrible, so they need sixteen to eighteen-year-old kids to park our cars for us.”

“I don’t know if that actually helps my nerves or not.”

“Tell me about it.”

We walked up to the maître d’, and as he leaned forward to speak, I looked around the gorgeous room, and was grateful I had picked this dress.

“Cage, party of two.”

“Yes Mr. Cage, we have you down.”

As we followed her toward a table against the windows so we could see the mountains before sunset, I looked up at Aston.

“What happens if there’s more than one of you at dinner? I mean, what if you guys picked the same place?”

“That’s never happened to me, although I think Dorian and Flynn have had that issue before.”

“It probably doesn’t help that there’s so many of you.”

I shook my head. “No, or that Hudson and Flynn are twins.”

“And identical.”

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