Chapter 61

I reach in and pull out a soft gray cardigan; it’s short, fitted, and feels like cashmere. It’ll make the outfit a bit less formal and ward against the slight chill in the air. Like the dress, it’s another Donna Moore purchase on Jake’s expense account; she’s his personal shopper for everything Emma-related, it seems.

He turns to the other side of the closet and yanks out his trademark black shirt and jeans, a leather jacket I haven’t seen before with racing badges on one sleeve, and a pair of black laced boots. I love his sexy casual Carrero look more than I like him in suits; it goes better with his youthful, bad-boy image and makes him less intimidating and more approachable. He walks off with his clothes into the bathroom, leaving the door open, and I hear the buzz of his shaver turning on. He never fully shaves, just keeps his stubble trimmed for that sexy, designer look. I don’t think I’ve ever seen him without a five o’clock shadow since I met him. Margo, my old mentor