Eve took a deep breath and tried to set the day aside. She wore the bustier under her strapless dress, and she knew she looked fabulous. She was going to have a great time and no one—not even that Crumpet woman—was going to contaminate her evening. Grabbing her wrap, she went downstairs to meet him. Treat leaned against the building, arms crossed. It surprised her that instead of his usual leather jacket he wore a sports coat and a fancy shirt. His hair was pulled back like usual, but he wore dressy shoes. His eyes lit up when he saw her. Without a word, he lifted her chin and kissed her. Whatever tension she had faded the moment his lips touched hers. The frustration and anger she’d been carrying all day dissipated, and she melted against him. He smiled. “You look amazing.” She ran a hand down her shimmery blue dress. The bustier underneath was the real shining star. “I wasn’t sure if it was too dressy.” “It’s perfect.” He made a gimme motion with his fingers. “Let me see the shoes.”
