“Thanks.” She smiles. “Still in the honeymoon phase. Tristan told me that you live on Long Island?”
“Yes, it’s a ways out of New York but great for the boys.”
“Oh, well, we live in New Jersey.”
“Really?” I ask in surprise.
“We stay in New York maybe two nights a week at most. I wanted to get Jay out of the city and into a more relaxed lifestyle.”
“He’s stressed?” I frown.
“God.” She rolls her eyes. “Massively. His workload is ridiculous. He’s a lot better since we got married, and he works from home on Fridays now.”
I stare at her in a state of shock. This is not what I expected at all. The Miles Media group has always seemed so invincible . . . never in a million years would I imagine the CEO is battling stress, although it’s totally understandable that he is.
Tristan reappears with our drinks and puts his arm around me and kisses my temple. “Are you all right?”
I nod. “Thanks.”
“Well, there’s an ugly face if I ever saw one,” I hear a deep English male voice say.
We all turn to see two men walking toward us. One is blond and gorgeous. The other is tall, dark, and handsome. “Hey.” Tristan laughs out loud as he pulls them into an embrace.
My eyes flick to Emily, and she laughs too.
The three men laugh, and then Tristan introduces us. “Claire, please meet Spencer Jones and Sebastian Garcia, my friends from London. And you both know Emily. Jameson and Sebastian met in Italy at college.”
“I’ve been trying to get rid of them ever since.” Sebastian smiles with a wink.
Tristan puts his hand on my shoulder and pulls me close, and Emily laughs. “How are my favorite London villains?” she asks.
It’s obvious she knows them quite well.
“Very well,” Spencer replies. He has this boyish-charm thing going on. He turns his attention back to Tristan. “Where have you been?”
“I’ve been here,” Tristan replies. He tips his champagne glass toward me. “With Claire.”
Sebastian’s eyes come to me, and then he snaps his fingers, as if remembering something. “Did you two meet in France?”
“This is her.” Tristan smiles broadly. Wait . . . what? He’s told them about me?
I glance over to Emily, and she hunches her shoulders, as if excited.
Sebastian glances over and sees Jameson talking to some men and walks up and grabs him in a headlock from behind. They laugh loudly. “Back in a minute,” Tristan whispers, and he and Spencer join them.
The four men laugh as they talk, and I watch them for a moment. “Who are they?” I ask.
“They are the naughtiest men in all of England,” Emily whispers. “And the most gorgeous.”
“God,” I whisper as I watch them. I have never seen such handsome men all in one place. All of them are freaking delicious. “You’re not wrong.”
“Spencer Jones is the world’s biggest player.”
“He’s the blond?” I ask.
“That’s him. Ridiculously good looking, isn’t he?”
“The other one is more gorgeous. What’s his name again?” I ask.
“Sebastian Garcia. His marriage just broke up recently.”
“Really? He’s a player too?” I frown.
“No, his wife slept with their gardener.”
“What?” I frown as I look at the beautiful man. He’s tall, dark, and European. “Is she mad?” I gasp.
“Apparently.” She shrugs. “Must be absolutely off her fucking tree,” she mutters.
I giggle, and Emily smiles and clinks her glass with mine. “It’s so good to finally meet you,” she whispers as she again takes my hand in hers.
“Oh, thanks.” I smile. “Thank God you’re normal. I thought you were going to be a supermodel taking selfies all night.”
She bursts out laughing. “Ha. No, that would be Tristan’s ex-girlfriends.”
I cringe. “I don’t really fit the mold, do I?”
“Thankfully not.” She laughs.
I glance over and into the gaze of Tristan in his black dinner suit. His dark wavy hair and square jaw light up the room. He gives me a slow, sexy smile and a wink, and my heart somersaults in my chest.
I’m feeling like the luckiest girl in the world tonight.
He loves me.
Tristan’s fingers trail a circle on my bare shoulder as I sit at the table and talk to Emily. It’s been a great night filled with laughter, handsome men, and intelligent conversation.
Not at all what I expected.
From the corner of my eye I can see Elizabeth watching the two of us together. She hasn’t had to look very hard—Tristan has been all over me all night. He’s most definitely not shy with affection.