Page 175 of Breaking the Rules
Chapter Twenty-Six
Emma
"Iknow what you're thinking." Dean jumps—actually jumps—up to the counter. He motions to an empty spot of ceiling. "It's not enough."
It's a lot. The shop is decked—Happy Birthdaybanner over the entrance, black balloons bouncing against the roof, giant mocha chocolate cake stacked with candles.
Hunter chuckles.
Then blushes.
Oh my God.
It's so…
He's so…
It's wrong how hot he is.
How impossible it is to hate him.
"Yeah, that's exactly it." Walker chuckles as he nods hello. "Happy birthday."
He offers Hunter a hug.
Hunter accepts it. Barely even looks awkward.
Walker turns back to his girlfriend. Wraps his arms around her.
Iris looks as stylish as always in dark wash jeans and fuck me pumps. Butfuck me, I'm a dirty secretarypumps. Notfuck me, I'm in the clubs for a one-night standheels.
They started as a fuck buddies thing earlier this year. He fell hard. She resisted.
She had a secret, one that caused a mountain of drama, but they got through that.
And now they're…
They're more dirty than cute.
But they are cute too.
Iris turns to me. "You really do throw a party, Emma."
I shrug like it's nothing.
Her expression gets sheepish. "I wish I hadn't ruined the one you threw for Walker's birthday."
"Don't worry about it." It was memorable. "Besides, that was more Dean."
Dean chuckles. "It was all him." He nods to Walker, who shrugsI guess it was. He and Dean are best friends. They fight sometimes and constantly give each other shit, but they're clearly close.
"The main thing I remember happened right over there." He nods to the office, where they once had very loud sex.
It was his birthday.
But still…
I don't need to hear that.
