Page 22 of Just One Look

“Touché. But the sister?”

“Haven’t quite got her figured out.”

“She’s a woman. Figuring her out is unlikely.”

Maybe. But one thing was sure, he was looking forward to trying.

Chapter Nine

If Liz had a hard time deciding what to wear last night, today wasn’t proving to be any easier. Especially on only a few hours’ sleep. When Emily started yawning after every other sentence, Liz feigned being tired too and they both went off to bed, except Liz spent more hours thinking of Devlin than she finally did sleeping.

Standing in front of her sister’s closet, the sound of her cell phone ringing startled her out of her thoughts. Spinning about, she hurried to where she’d set her cell down and snatched it up. “Hello.”

“Hi.” There was no need for introductions. After only two evenings together, she recognized the voice that warmed her through the phone line.

“Hi.” If Devlin needed more words, he was plum out of luck. Right now her brain wasn’t capable of coming up with something brilliant to say.

“Listen.”

Her heart stuttered and her eyes slowly closed as she braced herself for the cancellation of their dinner date.

“I was thinking we should do something besides eat.”

Not what she expected, but he most definitely had her interest. “Like what?”

“No, ma’am. It’s a surprise, but wear comfortable clothes.”

“Comfortable? As in sweatpants, jeans, or my bathing suit?”

“Bathing suit,” the words came out so low they almost weren’t audible. On top of that, she wasn’t totally sure, but she thought she heard him sigh. “That might be a little too comfortable. Jeans or sweats or something else is up to you.”

“Up to me. Got it. All right.”

“I’m also going to pick you up a little earlier if that works?”

“How earlier?”

“Is four o’clock okay?”

Her gaze darted to the clock on the nightstand. No time for shopping, but enough time to make herself presentable. Actually, she wanted a lot more than presentable, she was hoping for knock his socks off. “I can do that.”

“Great. See you then.”

“See you.” She swiped her phone to end the call and her sister walked into the room.

“What did you decide to wear?”

“I haven’t. Devlin just called. He said to wear comfortable.” She lifted her eyes to meet her sister’s gaze. “How do you dress comfortably for a billionaire?”

Emily stepped closer. “What time is he coming?”

“Four.”

“Then he really does mean comfortable.” Emily stepped past her and pulled out a handful of clothing dangling from hangers and spread them out on the bed. About thirty minutes later she’d settled on a pair of black Capri pants that gently hugged her hips and a cobalt blue, three-quarter sleeve top with a splattering of small flowers with sparkling centers. Thirty minutes after that, she and Emily had found the perfect rubber sole sandals to go with it, and an hour and a half later she was climbing into Devlin’s car.

“Where are we going?” She clicked the seatbelt latch in place.

“You’ll see.” Repeating almost verbatim what she’d said to him last night, his lips tipped up in a teasing smile.

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