Page 22 of Our Cracked Pieces
And because my driver was well-paid, my car was pulling up within seconds after sending him a text. James was worth every penny I paid the man because efficiency and loyalty were hard to find these days. But I think a lot of that came from the fact that I didn’t make him get out and open my doors for me. I was a grown ass man. I could open my own damn doors. I could also drive my own damn cars, but in Chicago, it was easier to have a driver when I had as many business meetings as I did.
Getting into the back of the car, I unbuttoned my suit jacket and relaxed against the seat. I still had a hell of a day that was going to take me into midnight, but I didn’t mind. I’ve learned that being busy was more conducive to my well-being than idle time. I was still working on that temper of mine, all these years later.
Closing my eyes because James didn’t need directions, he knew my schedule as well as I did, I enjoyed the short drive to my next meeting, and let the image of a crazy blonde play in my mind.
Chapter 17
Rowan~
“Ican’t believe you’re about to pop,” I said, rubbing Mystic’s tummy like I always do when I see her.
“I can’t believe we’re having twins,” she grumbled back. “You’d think twins in the family should be inherited information. Talk about a surprise.”
I laughed. “Well, with no one talking to Gage’s dad, it’s kind of hard to get that kind of information, don’t you think?”
Mystic smiled. “I had wanted to keep working, is all.”
“You still can,” I pointed out.
“And leave two adorable twins at home?” She snorted. “Hardly.” And that was just another reminder of why Mystic Evans was my best friend. The woman was as honest as the day was long.
I had met Mystic back in college, during our junior year. She had been a delightful introvert, and our Econ professor had told her his class wasn’t for weak people, all because he couldn’t hear her from the back row of the class. I had jumped to her defense and had given Professor Neilson a piece of my mind. He’d been impressed enough that he had held me after class.
Two weeks later, he’d been keeping me after class for a piece of something other than my mind.
Ahhh, Mr. Neilson.
And though Mystic and I had chosen different career paths, we both had ended up in Chicago. Last year, Mystic had reconnected with her high school love while she’d been working for his best friend at Cavanaugh Industries, and they were married a mere week later. Pregnant after only four months of wedded bliss, Mystic was now about ready to add two more to her perfect life.
Mystic’s husband, Gage Evans, was founder and CEO of Stymic Financial Holdings, and had more money than God. And looking around their penthouse was all the proof you needed. The place screamed money, but Mystic’s domestic touches kept it from looking like a museum.
It was Sunday, mid-day, and Mystic and I were occupying her balcony, where she had the best view of the city, while Gage working in his home office. Gage was insanely possessive of Mystic and his time with her, but every now and again, he’d rein in his crazy and give us some girl time.
Snatching a piece of watermelon off the luncheon fruit platter Mystic had laid out, I shrugged a shoulder. “Twins are probably going to work out better, anyway,” I told her.
“How so?”
“Instead of having to fight Cavanaugh to the death whenever we want to spend time with the baby, twins give him one kid, and me the other. We no longer have to share,” I pointed out.
Mystic laughed. “You two are something else, I swear.”
I just grinned. “The man just needs to be brought down a peg.”
Mystic smirked. “And you see that happening?”
“No,” I answered honestly.
Lorcan Cavanaugh was every dirty fantasy every woman has ever had, and then some. The man was only twenty-nine, but he’s amassed a fortune in his young years. He was also six-foot-two-inches of black hair, grey eyes, six-packed muscle. Picture what you imagined a perfect Greek God to look like, and that was Lorcan Cavanaugh times ten. Tall, dark, and handsome had nothing on the man.
And if that weren’t enough, the way he commanded the room with his confidence and assertiveness was a sight to behold. The man knew what he wanted and went after it with no apologies or explanations to anyone.
He was sex on a stick, and the fucker knew it.
“You guys are such fire and ice,” Mystic said. “Even Gage is entertained by you two.” Gage Evans was reportedly just as ruthless and commanding as Lorcan was, and his name was every bit as powerful. However, as brutal as Gage’s reputation was, rage and unhappiness no longer fueled him, and you could see it in how he’s softened over the past year. Not in business, mind you, but on the personal side of things.
“It’s because he’s not used to not getting what he wants,” I snorted.
Mystic’s grin was wide. “And he wants you.”
