It's About Time (Blossom Peak #4)(34)

I hold up the bag from Bites & Bliss Bakery. “I have a delivery for Elliot.”

“Oh. Well, I can give it to him.” She reaches out for the bag, but I pull it away from her.

“No thank you. I’d actually prefer to deliver this one myself.”

Her smile falls as her eyes narrow. “Elliot is busy. He doesn’t have time for you to waste.”

The corner of my mouth lifts while I watch a vein in her neck pop as she attempts to restrain herself. And that’s when I decide this is the perfect moment to start planting seeds. Leaning forward over the desk, towering over her since she’s seated in a chair, I lick my lips and say, “Trust me. My fiancé is going to want to see me.”

Tori’s mouth falls open, but I don’t stay in front of her long enough to let her speak. I twist on my feet and saunter down the hallway past offices until I get to Elliot’s, shutting the door behind me.

Elliot is on the phone, scribbling something on a yellow legal pad in front of him. “Yes, I agree. We need that evidence, though. Without it, our case doesn’t have anything to stand on.” He continues writing as I assess the way he holds his pen, the way his brows are drawn together, and his eyes move across the paper—so intense, so concentrated, so commanding.

It’s kind of hot.

Jesus Christ. Where the hell did that thought come from, Dilynne?

“Great. Talk to you then.” Elliot hangs up the phone and makes eye contact with me. “What are you doing here, Dilynne?”

“ Nice to see you too, honey,” I say, moving closer to his desk and depositing the cheesecake on top.

One of his brows rises. “Honey?”

I lean forward and lower my voice. “Is that pet name not satisfactory for you?”

He moves closer to me, his voice also low. “Why do we need pet names at all?”

I throw my hands in the air. “I don’t know, but I just told Tori that I was here to see my fiancé, so the cat’s out of the bag. Better put your game face on, Thorne.”

His eyes bug out as he launches from his seat. “You said what?”

“She was getting all pissy and wouldn’t let me back here to see you without an appointment, so I put her in her place.” I rub my hands together. “Let the games begin, bitch.”

Elliot pinches the bridge of his nose. “This is not what we discussed, Dilynne.”

I tap my chin in thought. “Well, if memory serves me correctly, we didn’t discuss our coming out at all since you walked off all pissed last night, so…” I shrug. “No time like the present, right?”

“I haven’t even told the guys yet.”

“Tell them tonight at blackjack.”

He stares at me, confused. “How do you know about blackjack?”

“Have you forgotten that Laney is married to Fletcher, and Henley is my brother so I’m aware of your bromance dates, or does your stupidity only get worse as you age?”

“Insulting your fiancé? Not a promising indicator of our future marriage.” A knock on the door interrupts us. Elliot rolls his eyes before asking, “Who is it?”

“Tori,” the voice on the other side of the door says, making our eyes snap to each other.

“ Um, give me a second,” Elliot calls out before lowering his voice to a whisper. “What do we do?”

My eyes move over his body. “Here.” I rush toward him, ruffle his hair, unbutton the top of his shirt, and untuck one side of it.

“What the fuck are you doing?” he whispers.

Meanwhile, I turn my head toward the door and project my voice when I say, “Where’s my bra, honey?”

Elliot mouths, “What the fuck?” as I reach inside of my tank top, pop the clasp on my bra from the back, and then whip it out from the side under my arm, swinging it around my finger.

“Now open the door.”

“You are fucking insane,” he mutters before inhaling deeply and then turning the doorknob, finding Tori tapping her foot on the other side of the door, holding a manila folder. “Yes?”

Her eyes move down Elliot’s body and then over to me. I pop my brow as she glares in my direction. “The petition for divorce for the Russell family is ready for you to approve,” she says, shoving the folder into Elliot’s chest.

“Uh, thank you.”

Tori’s eyes move back to me and then land on Elliot’s face. “Is it true?”

“Is what true?” he replies.

Tori waves her hand between me and Elliot. “You two are…”

“Engaged,” I finish for her, fighting to keep my smile in check.

Tori rolls her eyes. “I was talking to Elliot.”

Taking a step closer to them, I press my chest into his back and slide my hand inside the opening in his shirt, running my nails through his short, coarse chest hair.

Damn, Elliot’s got man pecs. When the hell did that happen? And he manscapes? Huh. Definitely wouldn’t have guesse d that.

“Well, since he’s my fiancé now, I think I feel qualified to answer on his behalf. So, to answer your question,” I say as I press a kiss to Elliot’s neck, and then lick up the side of it, “Yes, this man is all mine now. You snooze, you lose, Triple W.”

Tori’s face scrunches up. “Triple W?”