The next evening, Evelyn laughs as she sees a limousine pull into her driveway.
“Wowww!” Ian says, wrapping his fingers into the fabric of her black beaded dress. “Mom, can we please come?”
“Please please pleeeease,” Alvin begs, turning puppy dog eyes at her.
It breaks her heart a little bit and she bites her lip, looking down at her boys, not knowing how to disappoint. Victor saves her, though, stepping out of the limo.
“No, boys,” he says, putting his hands in the pockets of his tuxedo. “Not tonight. We’ll take you out for a big fancy dinner some other time.”
Evelyn feels her insides go warm at the sight of him, standing there, so tall and fit in his tux. Damnit, but he’s a dream. Maybe she should just screw dinner and take him upstairs.
Victor smirks at her, apparently sensing t
