Page 57 of Dream Girl
Annoyance rose in me. “I thought you were getting her some clothes and a hairbrush.”
Evan wrapped his arms around me, trying to soothe me. “Everything beyond Katie’s budget, Wes and I paid for.”
Katie gave him abudget?
“You shouldn’t have to.” I made a face, disliking how much he’d spent, given Grace’s presence was temporary.
“It was mostly Wes. But I got her a birthday present,” Evan added, looking pleased with himself.
Jett looked up to Evan. “When’s her birthday? Should I save the jacket for then? Hand me that wrench over there, would you?” He turned to me, all smiles, holding two pieces of wood together. “Hey, Honey. How was your day?”
“Stressful. You bought her birthday presents?” My hand went to my face. This was how it started. Next thing she’d be under me, keening for my bite.
“It’s a week after Wes’. Do you think she’ll like the usual places?” Evan handed something to Jett.
“She’ll need a dress. We didn’t buy her anything that fancy,” Jett replied.
Evan thought for a moment. “Maybe something poufy? Or strapless?”
“Strapless.” Jett nodded.
“No dinners, no dresses.” I rubbed my forehead, overwhelmed by all these plans.
No plans.Plans meant that she was staying. I needed the stranger in my house to leave as soon as possible.
“She’s Wes’ mate. We should dosomethingfor her,” Jett countered.
“Backyard birthday barbecue? She might not feel up to a fancy dinner, anyway.” Evan ignored what I said as he crouched down to help Jett by holding something still.
Seeing my two guys shirtless assembling furniture should be sexy, but all I could feel was annoyance. “Why does she need a bed? I figured she’d just sleep in Wes’ room.”
“Probably. But she needs her own space, too.” Evan took out his phone, nodded, and put it away.
“Why?” There were bags and pileseverywhere.
“So I have a place to fuck her.” Evan grinned at me. “I like her a lot. I want to fuck her eventually.”
I sighed. “What does Wes think of that?”
“He’s all for it. I think she is too.”
Of course she was.
The doorbell rang. I made a face. “More?”
“That’s stuff Ri ordered for herself.” Evan stood, looked out the door, and partially closed it. He cupped my face with his hand and lowered his voice. “We have to plan for a home visit. I’m working my way through the visit checklist so that we don’t fail. Mrs. Beekman isn’t playing games.”
Jett tipped up what he was building, and Evan helped him.
“On the phone she was brutal, more than the other lady. Where did they find her? I don’t remember ever meeting her at your workplace,” Jett said.
“She’s a supervisor at another Center. She’s going to look for things such as,Does Grace have her own space? Is it clear she’s not restricted to her own space? Are her needs being met?So yes, we’re making her a room and going to do something for her birthday since it’s so soon. I think we’re doing a great job here.” Evan beamed, proud.
What they’d done was impressive. But making her a space would let her think that she could stay.
“We are,” Jett agreed as they continued to assemble what looked like a canopy daybed.
“Jett, you’re playing along? I thought you felt something was off.” I figured if anyone would side with logic, it would be him. Unfortunately, Spencer was enamored with her.
