Business Casual (Lovelight Book 4)

“What were you thinking?” “Your name,” he says seriously. “Across my forehead.”

My cheeks flush pink. We weren’t exactly quiet, and we definitely left a dent in the wall of room three.

“On that note,” Jeremey says, bending to collect the pieces of paper with a pained expression twisting his face. “I’m out of here.” “You don’t have to leave,” Charlie calls. “I’m fine with you seeing my ass.” “I’m not fine with it,” Jeremy replies quickly. His lips flatten in a line, and he tosses everything back on the desk. “I have no desire for

“I don’t think I’ve ever been this happy in my life, Nova girl.” He says it in a whisper. Like a secret. I drop my mouth to his and make it a promise. “Me too.”

Charlie stares at the presentation in his hands. His thumb traces the edge of the picture with his little niece or nephew, and he heaves a deep, rattling sigh. I rub the place between his shoulder blades and his other hand squeezes my leg tight. He looks at Stella. “I knew you were crying too much.” She’s crying now. Fat, silent tears sliding down

“I don’t—” Charlie’s sentence stutters to a stop, his gaze caught on a page that has a series of four stacked photos. Black-and-white and grainy, Peters, Stella in the top right corner. Luka sits up on his elbows and grins. Not asleep, I guess. “I want it to be a family business. Our family. You were right when you said we missed too much time toge

I grin at the top of his head and try not to let it burst out of me, wanting him to come to the realization on his own. And I think maybe this might be it, the best part of loving Charlie. This bright, incandescent joy that’s spilling over in the middle of my chest that’s a little for me but mostly for him. Getting to hold on to his happiness like

Beckett drags his hand over his face. Caleb grins. And Stella keeps staring at her brother like she wants to hug him and throttle him in the exact same breath. And that’s when I realize what’s happening. I straighten in Charlie’s lap, the nicely laminated document sliding from my legs to the floor. “Oh!”

“If you flip to the next page,” Caleb offers, a laugh in his voice, “you’ll see that Abuela would like to sweeten the deal with twice-monthly deliveries of tres leches. I promise not to take bites before it gets to you.” “And Gus said you can pick the trivia team of your choice,” Layla adds. “You don’t have to wait for the new season to register.”