Page 123 of Say My Name

“I love it,” I tell Devereaux.

We exit the car and hold hands as we walk the pathway leading to her home.

The door opens wide before we can even knock, and Greer’s smiling face greets us.

I’ve read all the files on Greer, but I have to pretend that I don’t know a single thing about her.

“Hi,” I say, sticking out my hand. “I’m Chloe.”

“Hi, Chloe.” We shake hands. “Nice to meet you. Come inside.” She moves aside so Devereaux and I can enter the lavish home.

Greer leads us out of the entryway and past a massive living room with white couches filled with colorful teal-blue throw pillows. Floor-to-ceiling windows overlook a gorgeous patio setting. There’s also a pool, and a table that’s all set up just outside.

“You have a beautiful home,” I tell her.

She waves her hand like it’s any ol’ house, and smiles. “Thank you. I wish I had more time to live in it. I’m usually always working.”

“What do you do?” I ask, even though I know more about Greer Huxley than they think I do.

“Attorney. I’m actually working on a very stressful case.”

“Yeah, Greer’s a workaholic.” Devereaux raises a brow. “Wonder where she got that from.”

Greer laughs a little. “I don’t work as hard as you do.” Then her eyes meet mine. “But I’m glad you’ve finally found someone you can spend time with instead of working.”

By the way she speaks, I get the impression Devereaux doesn’t bring women over to meet his sister.

We head into the kitchen and this room is definitely the heart of this house. Any master chef would find it an honor to cook in here, and you can tell Greer loves to cook by how good the kitchen smells. It smells like magic.

Roman and Ledger are chatting in the kitchen, and when they see us walk in, they stop.

“Wow, I can’t believe you actually brought her,” Roman says, moving closer.

“Be nice,” Greer says, handing him a plate of biscuits. “Take these outside until you can control that mouth of yours.”

Roman smiles widely. “I’d like to show you what my mouth can do, if you’re interested.”

“That’s enough,” Devereaux says, glaring at Roman.

Roman winks at Greer before he heads outside.

“Ignore my brother. He never learned manners as a kid,” Ledger says, sticking out his hand for me to shake. “You must be the illusive Swan we keep hearing so much about.”

“I must be. Name’s Chloe” I say, shaking his hand. “I’ve heard nothing about you, however.” He laughs as I smile.

Devereaux wraps an arm around my waist. “We have much better things to talk about than these two, trust me.” He kisses the top of my head.

Greer smiles. “Can you take this outside, please?” She hands a platter of French toast to her brother and a plate of fruit to Ledger. They walk out the French doors, leading to the patio and they leave me alone with Greer.

“I’ve never seen him like this with anyone before.”

“Has he really never brought anyone here before?”

Greer shakes her head. “No, never. You’re it.”

A warmth shoots through me at her words. I’m it.

Am I really “it” for him?

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