“Avocado toast?” Everleigh asks when I come into view. She’s trying to tease the hell out of me in that white shirt that’s as thin as paper, and f**k, it’s working.
“No thanks,” I say, grabbing a protein shake from the fridge. “I have a client at seven and can’t be late,” I admit, checking the time on my phone.
“Do you want me to drive you?” Everleigh asks.
“Nah. I’m gonna walk and drink this at the same time,” I say. “Kill two birds or whatever.”
“I insist,” she tells me. “I haven’t started breakfast and could go for a donut before I need to get dressed for work. I can drop you off on the way.”
I smile, knowing she’s not going to give me a choice. “Okay, but only because you insisted.”
insistedEverleigh grabs her keys and slides on her slippers. After she remote starts her car, she
