Unless I don’t matter to him in that way.
Then again, even if Cullen did that, would anything change with how I feel about Archer?
No.
I can’t tell Cullen about the envelope.
He’s smiling at me and I don’t want to ruin the mood.
He grabs my hand but he doesn’t interlock his fingers.
“What do you think about the Halloween party, love?” Cullen asks.
“I think it’s intense. I’ve never seen people so excited for a party.”
“It’s a good time,” he says.
“Are you going to dress up in a costume?”
“Do you think I’m the type to do that?”
“I would say no,” I say. “But sometimes you surprise me, Cullen.”
“Speaking of surprises,” Cullen says.
“What now?” I ask.
“You’re going to have to wait and see.”
“Wait how long?”
“If I wanted to torture you, love, I’d make us walk toMakson Ridge. But we’ll take a ride.”
A few seconds later, Cullen points to a golf cart and we both get in.
At first the whole golf cart thing was really weird to see.
But now I can’t imagine not having them readily available.
Especially as anHeir.
It’s like I can just snap my fingers and someone will appear ready and wanting to give me a ride.
“I don’t like surprises,” I say to Cullen as he drives.
“I do,” he says.
He puts an arm around me and I slide across the seat closer to him.
Suddenly my mind starts getting naughty.
I think aboutthingsI can do to him while he drives.
My hand… mouth…
Maybe we can pull over and just go at it.
Sex in a golf cart? Cool.