Chapter 75

ZEKE—8 WEEKS LATER ily’s eyes practically pop out of her head when she walks into the kitchen after getting home from work and sees the three ofus in our tuxedos. She blinks, her eyes wide and shining with excitement. But she always looks like that lately. She loves her job and recently published an article on the plight of New York’s animal shelters that’s already been nominated for awards. The media frenzy over Liliana Constantine’s return from the dead has finally quieted down. Life has settled into a routine again, one that involves a whole lot of fun and fucking, but still a routine. However, there’s one thing that’s been nagging at me, and I know Zeke and Xander feel the same. “Where are you all going?” she asks. I cross the room and slide an arm around her waist. “You mean where are we going, buttercup?” Frowning, she glances down at her jeans and sweater. “Um. Okay. Where are we going?” “We’re going to the club,” Xander says. “There’s a dress on your bed.” She swallows, her eye