Forever Curves - Piper Sullivan Page 0,16

stepped out of it, leaving me in nothing but the red lacy lingerie. “I’m willing to let you try.”

He did more than try, giving me enough orgasms to stock up for winter, and guaranteeing that I couldn’t walk properly to my car just before the sun came up.

Grant

I woke up the morning after another great date with Brenna with a little bit of residual electricity coursing through my veins. The sun was shining bright, a perfect match to my mood. I didn’t even let myself get frustrated when I received two hang up calls before I got to the office, just grabbed my coffee mug and headed inside the Security Training Academy building.

“Grant, there you are. Get in here.” He waved me inside his office like there was some big secret. I found Liam was already in there and he was wearing his end of the day annoyed expression. “I need your help. Both of you.”

“More engagement crap?” I had no problem with the notion of love, but holy hell this party was already getting on my nerves. “What now?”

“Shannon loved the black-tie Texas idea, and I was up half the night trying to figure out what the hell that meant.”

I laughed and smacked a hand on his desk as I sat. “And what the hell does it mean?”

“Fancy clothes with cowboy boots and hats. Bolo ties. Upscale barbecue. Stuff like that.” He raked a hand through his hair and let out an exhausted breath. “I just need a little bit of help.”

Liam and I looked at each other, silently deciding how much longer we should give Miles shit before we agreed to help. Liam shrugged and I rolled my eyes. “Fine. What do you need that has nothing to do with flowers or decorations?” That wasn’t my area of expertise, and I had no desire to become a flower expert.

“Booze,” he said with a relieved smile. “I need you to drive to the liquor depot in Tulip and pick up the order.”

That was easy. “No problem.”

“And put the deposit down for the lawn furniture. That’s it. I swear.”

“For now,” Liam mumbled under his breath. “I’m not doing this again for your damn baby shower or whatever.”

Baby shower? I jumped from my seat. “Oh, look at the time. First class starts soon. Gotta go. See you later.” Baby talk was worse than wedding talk in terms of topics I had no desire to talk about.

“Oh look at Grant, running away,” Miles laughed. “I can’t wait until he falls. It’s gonna be so satisfying.”

Liam let out a loud bark of laughter. “He’ll fight it so hard, thinking he can stop it from happening. I tried that. Didn’t work.”

“I can still hear you guys.”

Liam looked back with a fake look of surprise. “You’re still here? Weird. I thought the baby talk might have scared you off.”

“I don’t scare easily.” They were screwing with me and I knew it, but still I couldn’t let the ribbing go silently.

“I don’t know,” Miles added with a teasing smile. “You sure shot out of that chair like someone lit your ass on fire. It’s okay, we’re all scared of love and babies…until it happens to us.”

“I’m not scared, I just don’t do that.” I had no problem with other people falling in love and succumbing to the trap of marriage and parenthood, but it wasn’t my jam.

“When you find the right woman, you won’t see it that way.” Liam shook his head. “You think I planned on being a father? Hell no, but fate took it out of my hands and put the woman I was supposed to be with right in front of me, in a way that was impossible to ignore.”

Hearing Liam talk so openly about his feeling and his relationship with Olive took me back. I didn’t doubt his love for her, but fate? That was unexpected. “You really believe in fate?”

“I didn’t at first. But falling for the woman I’d gotten pregnant during a one night stand, can’t ignore signs like that. None of us can.”

“Luckily I don’t have to worry about that because I wrap it up. Always.” It was a point of pride with me, that I never let myself get so wrapped up in the moment that I accidentally attach myself to a woman for the rest of my life.

“Yeah, because accidents don’t happen.” Miles shook his head and pointed between himself and Liam. “Look at us as perfect examples, Grant. Ninety-nine point nine ain’t one hundred. That’s all