“Well, Nero thinks we should—”
At that moment we’re interrupted by Fergus and Imogen, who have heard the news. They burst into Cal’s office, wanting to celebrate with champagne.
I try to sidle out to leave them alone together, but Imogen puts her arm around my shoulders and pulls me back in again.
“Don’t you want a drink?” she asks me. “We’re celebrating you, too, Aida. A husband’s achievement belongs to the wife, and vice versa.”
Imogen has apparently forgiven me for murdering her cabinet. In fact, she insists that we all go to dinner to celebrate, including Nessa and Riona. I notice that our reservation at Everest is already set. I have to smile at Imogen’s confidence in her son.
“I guess you want me to change, then,” I say to Callum.
He looks down at my t-shirt and shorts.
“I don’t know,” he says, giving me a little half-smile. “You look pretty cute as-is.”
I raise my eyebrows in astonishment.
“Who are you, and what have you done with my husband?”
Cal shrugs.
“You look beautiful in everything. I’m not going to boss you around about it.”
I give him a little sideways smirk and whisper up to him, “But what if I kind of like it when you boss me around?”
He grabs my arm and growls into my ear.
“Then go put on that little blue sundress I bought for you and see how I reward you.”
As soon as he gets that controlling tone, the tiny hairs rise up on my arms, and I get that warm, throbbing, nervous feeling.
Part of me wants to disobey him.
The other part wants to see what will happen if I play along.
So I go into the walk-in closet, find the requested dress, and put it on. Then I brush my hair, pin it back with a clip, put on some earrings shaped like little white daisies, and slip my feet into sandals.
By the time I finish, Callum is waiting downstairs for me. I descend the staircase like a prom queen, trailing my hand along the railing and trying to look graceful.
Callum grins up at me, looking extremely handsome himself in his pale blue dress shirt and slacks. He’s shaved his face clean, making his jaw look sharper than ever. Now I can see the flawless shape of his lips, and the way they smile just a little, even when his eyes look stern.
“Where’s everybody else?” I ask him.
“I told them to go ahead in the other car. Jack’s driving us.”
He takes my hand, pulling me close.
“Nothing under that skirt, I hope,” he murmurs.
“Of course not,” I say primly.
Jack is already waiting by the town car, holding the door. He’s been marginally nicer to me since robbing the casino with my brothers and cousin. I don’t know if it’s because he likes my family or because he’s scared of them. But he hasn’t made a single rude comment since. And I haven’t had to shoot him at all.
Callum and I slide into the backseat. I can see that Cal already put the partition up. He turns on the music too, louder than usual.
“How far is the restaurant?” I ask him.
“I think I’ll have just enough time,” he says.