Maximum Commitment (Sin City #13) - Tricia Owens Page 0,1

back and show you how to fully use all the features.”

“Alright. Hopefully this young man can return tomorrow or the next day. I can’t help feeling that time is running out.” His mother laughed, sounding slightly embarrassed. “Can you tell I’m excited for this? Your poor father. I keep dragging him to the florists to look at arrangements. He probably hopes you and Max will change your minds and get married at the courthouse. Please don’t do that,” she added hastily.

He wished he could squeeze her hand to reassure her. “We wouldn’t do something like that to you, Mom. Everyone knows how much moms love to plan weddings. It’s in your DNA or something. I’m just grateful you haven’t been looking at wedding dresses for me.”

“Ethan! Bite your tongue.”

Laughing, he spun lazily in his chair and checked the time on his computer. “Hey, Mom, it was great hearing from you. I have to go in a bit. Is there anything else I can help you with? Oh, and how’s Dad?”

“Your father is your father. I let him pick out his own suit for the wedding and he chose a very nice one. Be sure to compliment it when you see him in it. He’s so handsome,” she said proudly.

“Well, of course he is. He made me.”

As she giggled, he straightened up. “Okay, well, I have to go, but I can call you back after my meeting if you need me to?”

“No, no, I shouldn’t have called you during work hours. Be good for Maxmillian and tell him we love him.”

“Alright, will do. I’ll give the tech a call when I get back. Love you, Mom. Tell Dad he looks sexy in his new suit.”

He hung up with her scandalized laugh in his ears. He missed them. Though he spoke with them frequently by phone, it wasn’t the same as being in the same room with them, and he looked forward to the wedding if only because he’d be reunited with them.

But of course, it would be more than that. It would be his mother fluttering around him and Max, a hundred times more delighted than during Ethan’s high school prom days. He groaned at the memory of how long he and his date had been forced to pose for photos back then. He’d better warn Max about what lay in store for them.

As he headed down the hallway, he noted that, once again, the office was nearly completely empty. It was a great sign. It meant most of the agents were out on assignment with clients. The Elite Poole Worldwide had been booming for several months now, ever since the ad campaign featuring Max and Ethan. Ethan himself had been booked consistently every week and he was grateful to be doing what he enjoyed and helping to grow his husband’s dream.

Soon-to-be husband, he reminded himself with a smile.

He knocked and waited for Max’s crisp “Enter” before letting himself into the large office. The seating area, which comprised half the space, was no longer useful to Max for chatting with clients. Boxes of potential wedding supplies had usurped the chairs and loveseat and were stacked against the wall beneath the windows. While their mothers had taken charge of the wedding, Max contributed by helpfully ordering products that Ethan’s mother was afraid to consider due to their cost. Through Ethan’s trickery, Max learned which favors she was interested in and which decorations, and ordered them with his own account. She might have refused the shipments if they were sent directly to her, but Ethan knew that if he sent photos of the products, already opened and spread out on the carpet, she’d resignedly (yet delightedly) accept that they should keep them.

His mother was definitely going to take a thousand photos of Max on their wedding day.

“My mom called,” Ethan told him as he rounded the desk and leaned over Max’s chair to kiss him. “Would you mind sending the tech back to their place and making sure he doesn’t leave until he’s confirmed that they know how to work everything?”

“I don’t mind at all,” Max said against Ethan’s lips. He patted Ethan’s hip. “Have a seat.”

“On your lap?”

The look Max gave him from beneath his dark lashes made Ethan shiver. “Maybe later,” Ethan said breezily before taking a seat in one of the chairs on the other side of the huge desk.

“You will be meeting with your client in an hour,” Max told him. He rested his forearms on the rests of