There’s a long pause.
Then—
“You were a Navy SEAL?”
“Yep.”
Another pause. Longer this time.
I brace myself for her reaction.
“How did I not know this about you?” There’s no judgment, only surprise.
I shrug one shoulder. “You never asked.” I flick a glance in her direction. “What did you think I did before coming to work here?”
“I don’t know.” She’s still staring at me like I’ve just told her I used to be an alien. “I guess I never gave it much thought. Maybe I imagined you selling candles at Bath & Body Works.”
I snort.
“Or that you sprang from Zeus’s forehead fully formed with coding knowledge like Athena.”
“I don’t think Athena was known for her programming skills.”
She tips her head, giving the matter serious consideration.
“I’m pretty sure she was,” she says finally. “The goddess of wisdom, war, and cryptography.”
I glance at her.
She nods, completely solemn. “It’s a little known fact. But definitely true.”
“Right.”
“I wouldn’t try to verify it, though, if I were you.”
“Of course not.”
She settles back into her seat, clearly pleased with herself.
And I just… shake my head, a smile tugging at my mouth.
Yeah.
I could definitely get used to this.
eight
“SONGBIRD” — FLEETWOOD MAC
Tavey
The venue is… a lot.
Not in a bad way. Just… a lot.
It has a big country-chic main building where the reception is happening—white siding, black trim, definitely an upcharge for “rustic elegance.” Then there’s a sprawling house off to the side where the wedding party is staying, which looks like it belongs in a Nancy Meyers movie.
And then there are the barndominiums.
