Total pages in book: 65
Estimated words: 61440 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 307(@200wpm)___ 246(@250wpm)___ 205(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 61440 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 307(@200wpm)___ 246(@250wpm)___ 205(@300wpm)
“I love you, Eleanor Seyfried.” His green eyes seem to shine from the inside, leaving no doubt in my mind that he means every word. “You are everything I want in a partner and everything I was too stupid to realize I needed until you turned my world upside down and showed me the beautiful things I was missing. Will you be my Capital P?”
I curl my fingers around his as tears fill my eyes. But they’re happy tears. Grateful tears. “Yes, Jack Holt,” I say, with a sniff. “I would be honored to be your Capital P. I love you, too. So much.”
“Thank God.” Relief fills his eyes as he wraps his arms around me, drawing me off my stool and into a fierce hug that makes me feel so safe and precious that not even Jack’s fake boobs pressing against my chest can make the moment anything less than perfect.
Then he kisses me, soft and sweet and then deeper, claiming my lips the way he’s claimed my heart. I wrap my arms around him and hold on tight, grateful that I live in a neighborhood where a woman and a man dressed in drag can make out at a bar without anyone batting an eye, and even more grateful for this man, this chance, this shot at forever that I’m going to fight for with every ounce of passion I’ve got.
Which reminds me…
I pull away from the kiss with a deep breath. “Blair and Will have been using insider info from someone at the DOJ to run their own scheme on the side. I have evidence. I was about to send it over when you texted.”
Leaving Gregory’s name out of it, I give him the scoop, including the fact that Blair’s shady behavior made my hackles raise, and how I couldn’t ignore my intuition.
Jack’s eyes narrow. “That scheming, conniving—”
“Monster jerk,” I provide.
“I was going to say asshole,” Jack says, “because I’ve learned not to use gendered words like ‘bitch’ that I wouldn’t use if I were talking about a man. But yeah, monster jerk works. Scum is also good.” He curses beneath his breath. “I can’t believe she put our company at risk this way. We were good to her. Not to mention, Will. He was one of our first hires, someone we thought we could count on to put S and H first.”
“They screwed up,” I say, feeling terrible for him. For me, this is a win, but for him it’s proof that his trust was both misplaced and abused. “But you didn’t. They were sneaky, both of them. I almost missed it myself.”
“But you didn’t,” he says. “Because you’re tenacious, ferocious, and have killer instincts.”
“And I had a little help in the electronic snooping department.”
Jack lifts a brow. “More friends in high places?”
“Something like that. I just hope everything we’ve got is enough.”
“I’m sure the lawyers and the feds will take it from here.” Jack blows out a breath, shaking his head in disbelief. “Wow. I still feel like a fucking idiot.”
“You’re not.” I lean in to kiss his cheek. “You’re drop-dead sexy. And smart. And brave. And a knockout as a man or a woman, which is pretty impressive.”
His lips curve. “Flattery is appreciated, but I’m still mad as hell.”
I nod, watching him carefully. “But you’re not mad at me, right? That I kept digging after you wanted me to stop?”
“No, I’m not. Like I said, you’ve got killer instincts, El. And from now on I’m going to do my best to trust them.”
I link my wrists behind his neck with a grin. “Yeah?”
“Yeah.” His smile goes naughty around the edges. “How about we forget the drink and head up to your place? I want to see if you’re as good at getting bras off as I am.”
I giggle. “I’ve had over a decade of practice. I’m an expert.”
“Ah, but not at getting them off of other people.” He takes my hand, drawing me across the room. “And not while I’m doing my best to get you out of your bra first.”
“Are we betting again? High-stakes orgasms?”
“I wouldn’t have it any other way.”
“Sounds like a win-win,” I murmur.
“It’s all winning, baby,” he promises as we swing outside into the warm summer afternoon, “from here on out.”
Later—as I’m laughing so hard tears stream down my face as I help Jack wrestle out of a pair of control-top pantyhose, which turn out to be far more challenging than the bra—I make a mental note to start journaling again, the way I did when I was a kid.
I don’t want to forget a moment of my life with this magical man. I want to wrap every memory up with a bow and tuck it away for safekeeping.
But as the months pass, Jack and I growing closer than I’ve ever been to another person, I find I’m too busy living—and loving—to write everything down. I’m also too busy studying for my Series 7 and 63 exams. Turns out, I actually enjoy working in finance, especially for a company that truly isn’t your mother’s Wall Street—not since Jack and Ryan began charting a new course.