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  Adam’s eyes widened, amusement lighting them up as he adjusted so that his elbows were on his knees. “What did you do with the body?”

  “Nothing, the little shit lives,” I told him with shit-eating grin.

  He let out a low chuckle. “Well done on the self-control. How did it go?”

  “Thanks but let’s not go breaking out the champagne just yet. The next time he steps foot in my house might not go so well. As for how it went, I don’t really know. She was pissed at me when she left, and she’s hardly spoken ten words to me since.”

  “Good old teenage silent treatment already?” Adam asked, whistling low. “Damn, it’s hard to believe she’s old enough for that already.”

  “I know, it sucks,” I lamented, dragging a hand through my hair. “How the hell am I supposed to deal with it?”

  “Fuck if I know,” he said. “Maybe try talking to her?”

  “I did,” I told him. “Get this. She told me to, ‘butt out and go back to being distracted by work and my gold digging dates.’ She said her boyfriend wasn’t like that and if I couldn’t accept it, then she didn’t want to talk to me.”

  Adam whistled again, shaking his head. “Ouch. When did she grow that mouth?”

  “Last couple of months, it’s been getting worse. She’s becoming more like her mother every day.”

  Nancie made me miss my sister so damn much sometimes. It was like something was physically missing from my life. I did my best not to think about it, but sometimes, it all came back and crashed down on me. Watching Nancie grow up these days brought those feelings to the surface a lot more often.

  “What are you going to do about it?” he asked.

  “Fuck if I know,” I said, repeating his words from earlier back to him. “I figure I’ll start by buying her a dress for prom. She mentioned it on Tuesday. Maybe that’ll win me back some points.”

  “Nice.” Adam winked and rolled his eyes. “Throw some money at the problem. That’ll solve it.”

  “You have any better ideas?” I was half hoping that he would come up with some kind of insight since he was four years older than me, but he didn’t.

  “Not a one.” He laughed and shook his head. “She’s a chick. Buy any chick a dress, and they love you. Isn’t that how it goes?”

  “That’s exactly what I was thinking, but I’m not sure that’s going to be enough this time. Besides, where does one even go to buy a goddamn prom dress?”

  A light knock sounded at my door.

  Adam and I both slid our game faces on, the easygoing atmosphere evaporating immediately as I called out, “Come in.”

  Demi’s beautiful face appeared when the door swung open. “Oh, uh, hi.”

  Adam sat up a little straighter, a smirk replacing his serious expression. “Hi, you must be Demi. Your proofs are phenomenal.”

  Demi had pulled her hair into a loose bun on top of her head, allowing me to see the tips of her ears burning at Adam’s words.

  “Way to make her uncomfortable,” I told him, then turned my eyes back on her. “Come on in, and shut the door behind you.”

  She did, stepping over the threshold wearing a deep purple sundress that accentuated her eyes. I had the sudden urge to kick Adam out, tear off the dress, and fuck her bent over my desk, but I pushed it down.

  “Have you met Adam yet?” I asked her.

  “No,” she answered softly.

  Adam strode over to her and held out his hand. “Adam Campbell. Second in command.”

  “Demi Fowler,” she said, placing her hand in Adam’s. I eyed the spot where their skin connected and felt an unfamiliar frisson of jealousy shoot through my body.

  Adam made it worse by bringing her hand to his lips instead of shaking it. “It’s nice to officially meet the new face of the agency. We should go out for a drink sometime and talk strategy.”

  Demi flushed a deep shade of red. Adam had been my best friend for two decades, but if he didn’t let go of her in two seconds, his head might no longer be attached to his shoulders.

  I tensed as I waited for her reply. Shit, what the hell was going on with me? I never felt any sense of possessiveness over a model, much less an attachment to her. The feelings coursing through my veins were making me seriously uncomfortable.

  Demi glanced at me, then pulled her hand from Adam’s, deflecting with that skilled grace I was looking forward to seeing more of. “Barrett and I have talked it over, but if you two want to go for drinks, just let me know when.”

  I breathed a sigh that shouldn’t have been relief, but it was. “What can I do for you today?”

  “Oh, I didn’t mean to interrupt your meeting. Your assistant didn’t say that you were busy. I just wanted to talk about how best to prepare for the next shoot, but I can come back later.”

  “Nah,” Adam drawled. “We’re not in a meeting. We’re dealing with a prom dress crisis.”

  Demi’s eyebrows shot up. “Do I even want to know?”

  “Have a seat,” I said, motioning her to a ring of couches where Adam had settled in, and I joined them, sinking into a single seater and crossing my ankle over my knee. “Nancie needs a dress for prom.”

  “In June?” she asked, looking at me quizzically.

  “Yeah, that’s exactly what I said. I’m told that girls need time to prepare for these occasions.” I was repeating Nancie’s response.

  Demi laughed, relaxing into the seat. “That’s true. You know, you should try Tamara’s over on Hudson. She’s always had the best stuff.”

  My ears perked. Always?

  “Thanks, any other suggestions?”

  Demi turned to look out over the New York skyline beyond my office, then clenched her jaw and turned her attention back to me. “Koolhaus in SoHo, maybe? It depends on her style.”

  There it was, the opening I needed. “I was planning on taking her shopping later. You should come. Save me. I was going to take her to Bloomingdales, but it doesn’t sound like that’s the best course of action here.”

  Demi laughed again, shaking her head. “You’ll find something there, but there are much better places for prom.”

  “Demi Fowler,” I said, turning so that I was facing her directly, my lips turning up into a pleading smile. “Will you please save me from committing yet another unforgivable sin in the eyes of my teenage niece and help me find a prom dress?”

  Her eyes searched mine, but I wasn’t sure what for. She nodded once. “Sure, I can help you.”

  “Great, let’s go,” I told her. “We can talk about the shoot on the way to pick her up.”

  Adam watched the exchange between us silently, a curious expression on his face. Demi’s eyes flicked to him, which spurred him to action. He rose from the couch. “Well, that’s my cue. Enjoy your shopping trip.”

  Demi and I followed him out the door. My hand fell to the small of her back as if it were its natural home as I led her to my car. It was a gesture of possession that I usually avoided at all costs, but strangely, I felt absolutely no inclination to move it with Demi.

  Chapter 8

  Demi

  The walls that I built to protect myself from my attraction to Barrett were positively crumbling. Watching him with Nancie was not helping things at all.

  We arrived at her exclusive high school just in time for her to come skipping out with some friends, looking surprised when she slid into the back of Barrett’s SUV to find me in the passenger seat.

  Intelligent green eyes pierced mine, shining with curiosity. “Who are you?”

  “Manners, Nance,” Barrett scolded, giving her a look in the rearview mirror.

  I stuck my hand out at her. “Demi Fowler. I work with your uncle.”

  Her eyes bugged out. “You’re one of his models? I mean, that came out wrong. You’re beautiful. I just, I’ve never met one outside of visiting a shoot.”

  “Really?” I arched a brow at Barrett, who nodded but didn’t say anything. His knuckles were white on the steering wheel as he guided us
into the traffic around the school.

  “Really,” Nancie confirmed, buckling up without having to be told to do so.

  “I’m here to be your fairy prom dress mother,” I told her.

  “Awesome!” she exclaimed. “Does that mean we’re going shopping today?”

  Excitement radiated from her, filling the vehicle with an energy that only ever came from the genuine happiness of a child, not that I would call her a child out loud.

  “Yup,” Barrett said. “Lunch first, though, I think.”

  “I’m not hungry,” Nancie answered immediately. “Please let’s go shopping first. We can grab something later.”

  “I need to feed you both, and I’m sure as hell not doing this on an empty stomach,” Barrett insisted, then glanced at me. “Where am I going? We can stop for food on the way.”

  “Tamara’s is a good bet,” I said. “But how about a compromise on the lunch thing?” I’d noticed how Nancie’s face dropped at Barrett’s insistence that shopping wait until after lunch.

  “I like compromises,” she said, perking back up. “What do you suggest?”

  “There’s a taco joint about a block away from the boutique. We can park there and eat while we walk.”

  “Sounds like a good deal to me,” Nancie said, then started pleading with Barrett. “Please can we do that?”

  He shrugged, keeping his eyes on the road, but there was a smile playing on his lips. “Sure, okay. I can do compromises.”

  “Since when?” Nancie snorted, then clapped her hand over her mouth.

  Barrett fixed her with quick, stern glare in the rearview mirror, and she motioned zipping her mouth and throwing away the key.

  “I’ve always been capable of compromise,” he said. “You just never budge.”

  Nancie laughed, then leaned back in her seat as Barrett navigated us to the packed streets of the West Village, quizzing her with genuine interest. “How was school today?”

  “It was fine. Same as always.”

  “Math test?” he asked.

  “Aced it,” she said with a wide grin and a thumbs up. “Thanks to Scott’s tutoring.”

  Barrett groaned. “Can we please not revive that argument right now?”

  Nancie giggled, somehow glaring at him at the same time. “Fine, but only because we’re going shopping.”

  Barrett found a parking spot, eased us into it, then herded us to the taco place. We placed our order quickly, and before I knew it, we were stuffed and waiting for Nancie to emerge from the dressing room in the first gown she’d chosen.

  Tamara’s was a classic high-end boutique. It had private dressing rooms with viewing areas attached, chandeliers that I was sure were made from real crystal, and carpeting thicker than my mattress.

  Nancie drew back the curtain separating the dressing room portion of the room we were seated in and stepped out in her first selection.

  “Absolutely not,” Barrett growled as soon as he saw her, looking beyond at home in our luxurious surroundings. He’d left his tie and suit jacket in the SUV and unbuttoned the top button of his shirt. Barrett in a suit was hot, but Barrett relaxing and half out of one was scorching.

  “Why?” Nancie protested, tugging at the neckline of a soft emerald dress that matched the color of her eyes perfectly.

  “It’s way too revealing,” he told her firmly.

  I couldn’t say that I disagreed. The dress had a slit down the side that went almost all the way to Nancie’s waist, no material on the back, and hung so low that the top her bra threatened to peek out.

  “I hate to say it, but I have to agree with your uncle on this one,” I told her. “You don’t want to be known as the girl who wore that dress at prom.”

  Nancie’s expression grew contemplative, and she nodded. “Like Jessica Parks last year. Rumor has it you could see her nipples through the dress.”

  “Exactly,” I said. “No one wants to be that girl.”

  “Okay,” Nancie agreed. “I’ll go try the next one.”

  Barrett watched our exchange with interest, then mouthed thank you as Nancie disappeared behind the curtain. He proceeded to veto three more dresses before we started narrowing down the real options.

  Throughout the past week that we’d been working together, he’d taught me so much, showing an interest in me that I hadn’t received since Gabbi passed away. I noticed that he was catering to Nancie in much the same way as the hours passed.

  I was starting to realize that he was nothing like I thought he was at first, and nothing like my parents. Nancie wasn’t even his biological child, but he was a hands-on father figure to her. He genuinely cared about people, not just the piles of money that everything from his demeanor, to his suits, to his cars, screamed he had.

  The more I got to know Nancie, the better we got along. It was clear to me that she was happy, healthy, and well-loved. Barrett had done a remarkable job raising her. That was for sure.

  “That’s the one,” I told her when she emerged in a dress the same color as the first one, but in an entirely different style.

  Barrett leaned forward on his elbows and studied her carefully. “I think you may be right.”

  “Really?” Nancie squealed. “You guys aren’t kidding? Cause I love it.”

  He motioned for her to turn with his index finger, and she happily complied. The bottom layers of the dress fanned out around her ankles as she spun, and her cheeks were flushed when she turned to face us again, a smile lighting up her face as she placed her hands on her hips.

  “Well?”

  Barrett broke out a gorgeous grin as he nodded. “Demi’s right. That’s definitely the one.”

  Nancie jumped up and down, then pulled me up for a hug. “Thank you, thank you, thank you.”

  I laughed into her mahogany locks. “I’m not the one you should be thanking.”

  “We wouldn’t have been here if not for you, so I do. Barrett’s next.”

  She released me. He walked to her side, and she threw her hands around his waist. “You’re officially the best uncle ever.”

  Barrett squeezed her shoulders, eyes sparkling. “Does that mean I’m forgiven?”

  “You are,” she said, stepping back from him.

  He pumped his fist, then held up his hand for me to high five him. “Go team.”

  I laughed, bringing my hand to his. Nancie went back to the dressing room as Barrett’s fingers closed around mine, his expression suddenly intense as his gaze locked with mine.

  We stayed perfectly still, staring into each other’s eyes as something passed between us. That pull I felt to him surfaced with the force of a tsunami, and electricity crackled down my arm from where our hands were joined, settling at the apex of my thighs.

  “I’m ready to go,” Nancie announced, breaking the moment between us.

  Barrett cleared his throat, dropped my hand, and reached for the dress. “Yeah, let’s go.”

  I was still dazed by the intensity of the moment we’d shared. Then Nancie grabbed my hand and looked up at me with a plea in her eyes. “You have to come back to our house for dinner. It’s a celebration.”

  “Sure,” I agreed, without even thinking about it.

  Dinner was nothing like I’d expected or grown up with. It was more of a family affair. Nancie started setting the table of her own accord, while I stayed in the kitchen with Barrett, heating up a home-cooked meal that had been prepared for them earlier. They both spoke fondly about their cook, Katy, and as soon as I tasted her food, I knew why.

  “This is amazing,” I groaned.

  Nancie laughed. “I know. It’s a good thing Katy’s as into healthy eating as she is. Otherwise, we’d all be rolling everywhere.”

  “You would maybe,” Barrett intervened, then patted his flat stomach. “I’m a machine in the gym.”

  Nancie rolled her eyes, but grinned good-naturedly. “Sure, we both know that you sneak cookies at midnight every time Katy bakes some.”

  “Me?” He pressed his hand
s to his heart, smirking as he shook his head. “If there’s anything we both know, it’s who the true cookie thief is. I’ll give you a hint. It ain’t me.”

  Watching the two of them together warmed my heart. Barrett was attentive and charming, and little by little, I felt myself surrendering to his pull and wishing that we were alone.

  I got my wish after dinner was done, and Nancie and I cleared the table.

  “I’m off to Sarah’s to research makeup styles for prom,” she announced.

  “Are her parents home?” he asked, then explained to me, “Sarah’s family lives a couple of houses down, but they’re away a lot.”

  Nancie rolled her eyes, nodding. “They’re there. Have fun, you two.”

  As if she was scared that he was going to stop her, she made a beeline for her bag, and the door slammed behind her.

  “I have a feeling I’m going to be all prommed out soon,” Barrett said, watching the spot she disappeared from. Then he turned his attention back to me. “Would you like a tour of the property? Or do you want me to take you home?”

  “It’s still early,” I answered. Excitement bubbled in my veins at the thought of being alone with him. “I’d love a tour.”

  My eyes had nearly fallen out of my head when we’d first arrived at his house. It was next level, even by my parents’ standards. It was an architecturally designed mansion with modern finishes, while maintaining the old world, almost Gatsby-like vibe.

  Barrett led me from the dining room to glass stacked doors that led to the patio outside. The property spanned almost to the ocean on one side and to a forest of high trees on the other. Off the patio was a sparking pool with a hot tub attached.

  “This is amazing,” I said, taking in my surroundings.

  “Thanks, I bought it so Nancie would have a safe place to grow up,” he told me, his eyes softening as he talked about her. He offered me the crook of his arm, and I placed my hand in it, heart racing as he started walking. “You know, I realized that I don’t know much about you.”

  I shrugged. “There’s not much to know, really.”

  “But you come from money, right?”

  My gut twisted. “How did you know?”