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"No. I thought there might be a possibility that someone was posing as you."
"Why?"
She sighed. "Everyone knew you were sitting next to me. The press has deceived me often enough. I'll text you my number."
"Great. Have a productive day, Reese."
She laughed again. "That's how you say goodbye to people?"
"That's as good a goodbye as any," I retaliated.
"Oh, Dom. Well, I wish you a great and happy day."
"That works too." I shook my head, laughing as we disconnected the call.
Two seconds later, my phone beeped with an incoming message.
Unknown: This is my number. Reese.
I felt triumphant. Reese Maxwell didn't give her number to anyone, but she'd entrusted it to me.
Chapter Five
Reese
On Saturday morning, I woke up at seven, even though Dominic wasn't picking me up until nine. I was on pins and needles. I'd finished packing my bag last night, but now I was having second thoughts. Did I choose the right outfits? Was it too much? Was it too little?
Why was I overthinking this? I’d attended a lot of charity events over the years; I had nothing to worry about. But honestly, the thought of seeing Malcolm again made my stomach churn.
And then there was Dom. I couldn't believe he'd offered to continue the ruse.
Not that I minded.
I'd already figured out our story. I just had to check if Dominic was okay with it. Just thinking about him made my mouth go dry. He was definitely the most handsome man I'd ever seen. No wonder women were clamoring to get his attention.
Since I woke up so early, I put the time to good use. Instead of staying home and fretting, I decided to go by Liz's bakery. I could double-check if she wanted to get into catering charity events and also treat myself to something delicious. I grabbed my bag, then texted Dom as I got in my Uber.
Reese: Change of plans. Please don't pick me up from home anymore. This is the new address. It's a bakery.
He replied a few minutes into my car ride.
Dom: Sure. See you later, Reese.
I arrived at Liz's place ten minutes later.
"Hey, girl," I greeted. She was behind the counter as usual. Even though she'd hired a team, she enjoyed waiting on customers. My cousin Declan always grumbled about the long hours she put in at the bakery.
"Reese, why didn't you tell me you were stopping by? I would have made a batch of your favorites."
I pouted. "You already ran out?"
She nodded sadly. "The brownies are popular."
"Doesn't matter. I'll have anything. And a coffee, please." She'd gotten an Italian espresso machine six months ago, and it was the best coffee in town.
"Where are you heading?" She pointed to my bag. "Oh wait, I think Declan told me you have that charity weekend."
"Exactly. Listen, I got an idea. Having a table with sweets is very popular at charity dinners. Is catering events like that something you’re interested in?"
