you the truth, she is like you in that she’s a straight-shooter. She’s honest and tells it like it is, the way you do.”
“Then she must be a great catch.”
“Or supremely strange,” he said with a straight face.
“To may to, to mah to.” KT gestured with her hand. “So are you going to tell me what the problem is, or do I have to sit on you and drag it out?”
“She won’t go out with me publicly.”
“Finally!” She threw her arms in the air. “A woman of discerning taste. What did she say? She can’t be seen with such a preppy guy?”
“She’s a florist, and she’s entering some competition that my mother chairs, and she doesn’t want my association with her to color anyone’s opinion of her entry.” He frowned. “The thing is I can’t blame her. If I were in her shoes, I’d want to ensure the same thing. I do the same thing.”
“So the problem is…?” KT huffed as they headed up a hill towards the Presidio.
“She won’t see me at all.” It pained him to say it. “In other words, I miss her.”
“You know what I love?” she asked, breathing heavily. “That there’s a woman in the world who isn’t falling all over herself to become Mrs. Prescott Carrington-Wright III. She must be awesome. I can’t wait to meet her.”
“You make me sound pompous.”
KT arched her brow but didn’t say anything.
“I’m not pompous. My name is, but I’m fairly grounded.”
“At least as grounded as a millionaire playboy can be.”
“Billionaire,” he corrected with a grin.
“I rest my case.” She paused at the edge of the Presidio, just under the Arguello gate. “This is where I stop.”
“You don’t want to play basketball with me at the YMCA?” he teased.
“Hell no.” She jerked her thumb over her shoulder. “I’m catching a cab back home. And by ‘back home,’ I really mean to your place.”
“I guess your mom is still pressing you about men?”
“ Pressing? ” KT gaped at him. “She’s crushing me with these demands to date. The thing is she can’t possibly understand what it’s like to be the daughter of Anson and Lara. It’s like I’m a rock princess, and they all want me for the person they think I am.”
He nodded. He understood perfectly. It was why he’d unofficially shortened his name to Scott Wright.
His friend gave him a baleful look. “It’s so far removed from who I actually am.”
He knocked her shoulder gently. “You’ll find someone who’ll love you for yourself and not your family.”
“Like Julie loves you?”
Julie hadn’t told him she loved him—yet. If she insisted otherwise… Well, he’d deal with that when the time came. “I’m going to marry her, KT.”
KT tipped her head and studied him. Then she nodded and patted his flat stomach. “Then you better go get into shape. No woman’s going to want a slob.”
“Careful or I’ll give Lara a map to your hiding place.” He grinned when she cheerfully flipped him off as she strolled back toward their homes.
Chapter Sixteen
Bull stood outside Gary Danko, propped to the left of the entrance. He knew he must look like he had all the time in the world, leaning against the wall with his hands in his pockets, but he watched the street vigilantly, waiting not-so-patiently for Josephine to arrive. The valet attendants must have picked up on his vibe, because they gave him a wide berth.
He checked his watch. Two minutes until.
Part of him was annoyed that she wouldn’t let him pick her up, but most of him loved that she was playing hard to get. It brought out the predator in him.
He knew he was a brute, but he was roughness covered in silk. Any woman who took him on needed to acknowledge that and appreciate it. Except he didn’t want just any woman—he wanted Josephine Belle.
A taxi slowed down on the opposite corner. Bull pushed off the wall, alert, knowing instinctively that it had to be her.
Sure enough, she stepped out from the other side of the cab. The taxi
“Then she must be a great catch.”
“Or supremely strange,” he said with a straight face.
“To may to, to mah to.” KT gestured with her hand. “So are you going to tell me what the problem is, or do I have to sit on you and drag it out?”
“She won’t go out with me publicly.”
“Finally!” She threw her arms in the air. “A woman of discerning taste. What did she say? She can’t be seen with such a preppy guy?”
“She’s a florist, and she’s entering some competition that my mother chairs, and she doesn’t want my association with her to color anyone’s opinion of her entry.” He frowned. “The thing is I can’t blame her. If I were in her shoes, I’d want to ensure the same thing. I do the same thing.”
“So the problem is…?” KT huffed as they headed up a hill towards the Presidio.
“She won’t see me at all.” It pained him to say it. “In other words, I miss her.”
“You know what I love?” she asked, breathing heavily. “That there’s a woman in the world who isn’t falling all over herself to become Mrs. Prescott Carrington-Wright III. She must be awesome. I can’t wait to meet her.”
“You make me sound pompous.”
KT arched her brow but didn’t say anything.
“I’m not pompous. My name is, but I’m fairly grounded.”
“At least as grounded as a millionaire playboy can be.”
“Billionaire,” he corrected with a grin.
“I rest my case.” She paused at the edge of the Presidio, just under the Arguello gate. “This is where I stop.”
“You don’t want to play basketball with me at the YMCA?” he teased.
“Hell no.” She jerked her thumb over her shoulder. “I’m catching a cab back home. And by ‘back home,’ I really mean to your place.”
“I guess your mom is still pressing you about men?”
“ Pressing? ” KT gaped at him. “She’s crushing me with these demands to date. The thing is she can’t possibly understand what it’s like to be the daughter of Anson and Lara. It’s like I’m a rock princess, and they all want me for the person they think I am.”
He nodded. He understood perfectly. It was why he’d unofficially shortened his name to Scott Wright.
His friend gave him a baleful look. “It’s so far removed from who I actually am.”
He knocked her shoulder gently. “You’ll find someone who’ll love you for yourself and not your family.”
“Like Julie loves you?”
Julie hadn’t told him she loved him—yet. If she insisted otherwise… Well, he’d deal with that when the time came. “I’m going to marry her, KT.”
KT tipped her head and studied him. Then she nodded and patted his flat stomach. “Then you better go get into shape. No woman’s going to want a slob.”
“Careful or I’ll give Lara a map to your hiding place.” He grinned when she cheerfully flipped him off as she strolled back toward their homes.
Chapter Sixteen
Bull stood outside Gary Danko, propped to the left of the entrance. He knew he must look like he had all the time in the world, leaning against the wall with his hands in his pockets, but he watched the street vigilantly, waiting not-so-patiently for Josephine to arrive. The valet attendants must have picked up on his vibe, because they gave him a wide berth.
He checked his watch. Two minutes until.
Part of him was annoyed that she wouldn’t let him pick her up, but most of him loved that she was playing hard to get. It brought out the predator in him.
He knew he was a brute, but he was roughness covered in silk. Any woman who took him on needed to acknowledge that and appreciate it. Except he didn’t want just any woman—he wanted Josephine Belle.
A taxi slowed down on the opposite corner. Bull pushed off the wall, alert, knowing instinctively that it had to be her.
Sure enough, she stepped out from the other side of the cab. The taxi
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