I’m still all smiles when I open the door to the apartment, noticing Simon curled up on the couch and Puff Daddy staring at him from the other side of the room like my fat cat will pop up at any second and try to eat his face off. I’ve spent nearly every second in this apartment since Wren hunted me down in California, but those two are no closer to getting along.
I don’t bother calling my man’s name as I make my way through the apartment, and I don’t stop the eye roll when I find him sitting on the bed with a gift-wrapped package on his lap.
He winks at me as I cross the room and lift the lid, and yep… a dick in a box.THE END