“Greer’s not the one threatening to drop,” Hunter said drily. “Though now I see we have another problem. Chelsea is the one wanting to leave the wedding.”
“What?” Sebastian stiffened, his body becoming alert. His cold expression flicked with surprise. “Chelsea?”
“ Et tu, Brute ?” Hunter said, voice gruff. “Both of you, either make those women happy or break it off cleanly so Gretchen’s plans aren’t spoiled. Understand?”
“If you’ll excuse me, I have to make a phone call,” Sebastian said, rising to his feet in a fluid motion. He gave Hunter a stiff nod and disappeared out of the room.
“Anyone else have any confessions to make?”
Asher crossed his arms and looked over at Magnus.
“Edie’s mine,” Magnus said simply.
Hunter nodded. He looked over at Asher again. “Keep your goddamn dick in your pants. Greer’s a nice girl and deserves better than your sorry ass.”
“Wow,” Asher drawled. “What happened to brotherhood and friendship and all that bullshit you were spouting a moment ago?”
“Brotherhood is one thing,” Hunter said. “But now you’re making my woman unhappy, and I can’t have that.”
“I can handle Greer,” Asher said, getting to his feet. “Don’t you fucking worry about her.” He looked over at Magnus, then at Hunter. “You’re not going to lecture him?”
Hunter lifted one scarred eyebrow and eyed Magnus. “Do I need to?”
“Nope,” Magnus said.
“All right, then.”
Asher threw his hands up and stormed out of the room.
“How is it everyone’s fucking a bridesmaid but me?” Levi asked.
“I’m not,” Cooper said.
“That was all I had,” Hunter said, rifling through a few papers on his desk. “Thank you for coming today, men. Oh, and please send your tuxedo measurements to Gretchen’s wedding assistant.”
The remaining men stood.
“A word with you, Magnus,” Hunter said as they turned to leave. Levi gave Magnus a questioning look, but Magnus waved his brother on. After a few moments, he was alone in the room with Hunter and sat back down in his chair. Hunter pulled out a few papers and offered them to Magnus. “I’ve sent an email of listings to your personal inbox. These two just came open and are going to come off the market fast. There’s also a pop artist looking at these particular places, but I wanted to give you first dibs if you have time this afternoon.”
Magnus looked at the apartment listings and grinned at his friend. “When can we go?”
“First,” Hunter said. “Do we need to talk about Edie? The dicks-out-of-bridesmaids warning wasn’t for you per se, but now that you mention it, I should warn you that if you break Edie’s heart, Gretchen is going to come after you with a carving knife. She’s very protective of her friends, Edie especially.”
“I don’t plan on hurting Edie,” Magnus said, a little offended at the conversation. No wonder the others had stormed out. This felt a bit like being chided by his father, and Hunter was a friend and peer, not his dad. “She’s an adult, and I’m an adult, and we’re going to handle whatever happens like adults.”
“Fair enough,” Hunter said. “Shall we take your car?”
***
Two days later, Magnus had signed the preliminary paperwork for a lovely little apartment in a Park Slope townhouse. The entire first floor of the townhouse had been redone as a private apartment, and with sixteen-hundred square feet, large rooms, and a spacious bathroom to call her own, he suspected Edie would love it. There were lots of nooks and crannies and several windows that would be perfect for cat perches. He paid a cash retainer on the place to ensure he could move in right away, and once he had the keys in hand, he texted Edie.
Magnus: When can I see you again? I have a surprise for you.
Oh boy , she sent back almost immediately. I have two more client visits today and Bianca won’t get off my ass lately. What if I meet you tomorrow around lunch? Can you send your driver to come get me? I’ll need to be back in time for medication and feedings.
Magnus: Whatever’s most convenient for you, he told her. But don’t delay too much. I need you in my bed.
Edie: Is this a booty call, Magnus Sullivan? Because your technique needs work.
Magnus: You weren’t saying that when you were whimpering like a puppy last weekend.
Edie: Okay, okay. Fine. You win. Tomorrow.
Wear something easy to tear off , he told her.
Edie: One Velcro dress coming up!
***
She didn’t wear Velcro, of course, but Edie was wearing a dress when he saw her. She smiled at him in greeting, the long skirt blowing around her legs, a dark sweater thrown over her shoulders. Her hair was in her two little braids and she beamed at the sight of him.
Magnus pulled her into his arms and gave her a long, intense kiss. He’d missed her during the last few days.
“Let’s go up and see your cats,” she said, smiling. “I’ve missed them.”
“Not me?”
She just laughed. “I always miss you.”
He tugged her toward the car instead. “Actually, I want to give you your present first.”
“Or we can do that,” she agreed. “Is it breathing? Because while I love cats, I really can’t squeeze another into the place, and a dog would upset the delicate ecosystem in my townhouse.”
“Better than a cat,” he told her, getting into the back seat of the car with her. He passed the driver the address and settled into his seat, then pulled Edie’s slim body against him so he could touch her again. Touching Edie was quickly becoming an addiction for him.