Finally (Neighbor from Hell #12) - R.L. Mathewson Page 0,79

he sat there, unable to help but smile.

She fucking loved him.

Granted, he would have preferred to hear her profess her undying love for him over a romantic dinner, but she’d set down a challenge that he’d been unable to ignore. It had taken him ten minutes to get her to scream those three magical words and that should have been enough, but…

He’d wanted to hear it again.

So, he’d done what was required of him to hear those words again and again until the woman currently cowering against the door, watching his every move pointed out somewhat hysterically that they really needed to go to work. He considered talking her into skipping work and spending the rest of the day in bed with him, but…

He wanted her to see the surprise that he’d been busting his ass setting up for her. The twins were going to be pissed that he didn’t wait for them, but he wanted to ensure that he got the first hug and he knew damn well that if the twins were here for this that the woman watching his every move would shower them with kisses and hugs that were rightfully his.

“You ready?” Devin asked, reaching over to touch her only to re-think that decision when she mumbled, “My poor vagina,” making his lips twitch.

Chuckling, he jumped out of his truck and turned around, gesturing for her to come closer. Licking her lips nervously, Charlie shook her head as she pressed herself more firmly against the door.

Sighing, he said, “I have to show you something.”

Shaking her head, she whispered, “I’ve already seen your penis,” making him chuckle as he reached over and-

“I love you! Oh, my god! I love you!” Charlie mumbled, somewhat hysterically as he grabbed her by her ankles and pulled her closer.

“Aw, I love you too, baby,” Devin said, sighing with satisfaction as he pulled her out of the truck, set her on her feet and promptly dragged her around the side of the old firehouse.

“Why exactly are you dragging me?” the woman that was really starting to ruin this for him, asked.

“I’m showing you something,” he said, pulling her around the front and-

“Oh, my god…” Charlie whispered hollowly as she stood there taking in the large sign beneath Bradford Creations.

“You did this?” Charlie asked with a watery smile as she glanced back at him.

“Of course, I did,” Devin said, moving closer so that he could wrap his arms around her as she looked back up at Dabbi Digital Marketing’s sign.

“It’s beautiful. Thank you,” she said, unable to take her eyes away from the sign that he’d called in a few favors to make while the question that had been nagging him for the past two days had him asking, “What does Dabbi mean?”

“Dustin and Abbi,” Charlie said, confirming his suspicions and giving his kids another fucking reason to gloat.

For the past two days they’d been bragging that she loved them more because she’d named her company after them and now, he’d never hear the fucking end of it. Unless…

“You know, Bradford Marketing has a pretty nice ring to it, too,” he mentioned casually as he leaned down so that he could kiss her cheek.

“There’s something that I still don’t understand. How did you find out about this?” Charlie asked, glancing back at him.

“I went to pay for your hotel room, but the front desk said that the room was registered under Dabbi Digital Marketing. I didn’t think much of it until I went into work and your favorite customer service representative presented me with her resume, hoping that I’d give her the job.”

There was a heavy sigh and then, “I’m an idiot.”

Chapter 37

“What’s going on?” Devin asked as Charlie quickly made her way into their office, telling herself that she was wrong, but…

“Remember a couple of months ago when someone was trying to hack into Bradford Creations’ social media accounts? Well, before that, someone was creating fake accounts and trashing Bradford Creations. I wasn’t too worried about it because that kind of thing happens, but then I started to get locked out of Bradford Creations’ accounts after too many failed attempts to break into the accounts. It kept happening every day, sometimes a few times a day until I got sick of it,” Charlie explained as she stepped over Bradford, who was happily curled up with one of the kids’ teddy bears and headed for her desk.

“So, I changed the login information from my Bradford Creations’ email to the one I created for