“Oh God. Okay. I know too much.” She hugged her sister. “I gotta go before I’m stuck wearing Nic’s sweats forever.”
Jury glanced down at her unconventional attire. “They look good on you. Like he finally loosened you up a bit and helped you live a little. You’ve stepped outside of the perfectly planned Imogen box.”
Imogen hugged her again. “You know, Jur, I think that was you. You and those memorial tattoos.”
“About those …”
“You’re on a boat, girl. Talk to me when you reach dry land again.”
“Deal.”
The sound of an aircraft grew louder.
“I bet that’s our chopper.” Imogen shook her head. “I can’t believe I’m even saying that.”
“Life comes at you fast, sis.”
“I love you, Jury. Be safe.”
“I love you, Im.”
“All good?” Nic asked her through the headset. He wrapped his arm around Imogen’s shoulders as her sister waved from the deck of the ship.
“All good,” she replied as she leaned into him and waved back.
He noticed Leo’s hand possessively curved around her sister’s shoulder, and it didn’t take a genius to understand that Little Red and Big Bad Lion Leo had their own thing going on.
“So, what’s next?” he asked her.
Imogen turned from the window to face him as the chopper made a big, sweeping turn to head back to land. “You still want to paint me?”
“Most definitely.”
CHAPTER TWENTY
One Year Later
“Baby, there’s a delivery at the door for you.”
Imogen pulled the pie out of the oven—because her manlovedpie—and slipped off the oven mitts.
“Coming, love.” Imogen smoothed down the skirt of her dress—she was still waiting for him to discover she wasn’t wearing panties underneath it—and rushed to the door.
Nic was signing for an envelope.
“What’s that?”
The man dressed in all brown scanned it and shrugged. “I don’t get paid to know that.” He looked at his tablet. “Have a good day, Mr. and Mrs. St. Clair.”
Imogen still beamed anytime someone called her that. Nine months hadn’t worn the shine off it at all.
“You too, man.” Her husband shut the door and handed the envelope to Imogen.
“What do you think it is?”
She’d never gone back to her job after she met Nic, so it had nothing to do with work. She’d given her notice, and they hadn’teven tried to get her to stay. These days, she was a housewife who had perfected her roast beef and pecan pie and spent the rest of her time posing nude for her husband while he perfected his techniques on her.
It was a good life. A great life. A life beyond Imogen’s wildest dreams. Jury had gone off on her own adventure, circumnavigating the globe with Leo. As far as she knew, they weren’t married. But who knew what could happen with those two?