Chapter 35 - 39
Vance POV
I peer into the standing mirror, uncuffing my sleeves and rolling them up.
A hardened frown knots my face. Still too formal. I’d hate to be deigned a stiff, not that I care about Kelsey’s opinion of me. I blow out a heavy breath, unbuttoning the shirt with frustrated haste as I move back into the walk-in wardrobe. I toss it on the headless seat in the center, then I unbuckle my belt, ripping it out and placing it away. I scour the shelves for something casual. After a while, I change into a billowy short-sleeve shirt with matching loose-fitting pants. I switch out my Oxfords by Berluti for flip flops.
I leave my room and head downstairs, brought to a pause when I hear Landen’s voice floating to the foyer. I follow it, trailing down the corridor, and his voice grows. His bedroom door is ajar, I nudge it open, leaning my shoulder against the frame.
"Doesn’t matter," Landen says, on a call, only wearing dark-blue Nike joggers. "As long as it gets here before the weekend."
He senses something and turns suddenly.
Landen sends me a wink. "Call me if he gives you any problems."
"Who are you talking to?"
"Who you looking fine for?" he throws back, smiling, his tongue poking through his cheek. "Is this all for wifey?"
My jaw clamps, I recede, returning to the foyer. Landen goes after me.