Page 62 of Never and Always
“We’re heading back to your suite and we’re going to order room service.”
“I’m not very hun?—”
“You’re eating.” His tone warned he wasn’t going to argue about it.
I blew out a breath. “I’m not sure I like the bossiness.”
He shot me a sexy grin. “You like it just fine when you’re dishing it out.”
“Fine, I’ll eat. But I’m getting wine.” I leaned across the bar. “Ross, can I get a bottle of the Californian Syrah. I’m taking it with me.”
“You got it, Piper.”
Everett and I walked up to my suite. Inside, he snatched up the phone and ordered dinner. I wanted to be angry that he’d ordered for me, but since he ordered my favorite clam linguine and a slice of chocolate cake, I didn’t. I wondered how he knew they were my favorites.
I dropped onto the couch and watched as he turned on the gas fireplace. Snow was falling outside and there were enough lights to give a pretty night view of the mountain. I realized I’d sat here, relaxing, enjoying the view.
Everett dropped down beside me. “Give me the wine, I’ll open it.”
I handed it over.
“But no drinking it until you get some food into your stomach.”
“I thought you were a laid-back mountain man. All this bossy is not laid back.”
“We’re laid back until we see a woman worrying herself ragged and not taking care of herself.” He grabbed the bottleopener and popped the cork. “Whether you like it or not, big city, I’m taking care of you.”
I felt very unfamiliar flutters in my belly, chest, and lower. I swallowed. I wasn’t surprised about him taking care of me, I just had to remind myself not to get too used to it.
Chapter 19
Everett
Piper giggled.
Shaking my head, I sipped my beer. Piper Ellis giggling was not something I ever expected to hear.
She set her wineglass on the coffee table, next to the empty plates from our dinner and dessert. I had to admit, the new chef was quiet and grumpy, but the man could cook.
“I swear, I feel the need to whistle every time I enter Ro’s office.” This time she snort-giggled. “Just in case he and Tessa are getting busy on his desk. I’ve never seen two people so into each other.”
“They’re in love and happy.”
“Sickeningly, so. Ro actually takes time off now.” She shook her head.
I was damn glad she’d relaxed a little over dinner and forgotten about her brother and his mess.
But when she reached for the bottle of wine again, I nudged it out of her way. “You’re cut off. You’re drunk.”
“I am not,” she said primly. “I’m tipsy.”
I just arched a brow.
She rolled her eyes. “I missed lunch, so that’s why it hit me so fast.”
I frowned at the thought of her missing lunch. I’d need to keep an eye on that.
Then she let out a gusty sigh and flopped back against the couch cushions. “My life sucks.”
