“You married Simon’s sister?” he asks.
I take a seat at his table and pull out my computer. His MacBook is already set up. Maybe I can convince him to do some sprints with me. Sometimes that helps. Maybe a new idea will spark.
“Yep.”
“You married your best friend’s sister.”
I glance up. “Yes.”
“You married Calla Stone?”
“You know, no matter how you phrase it, the answer is still yes.”
He joins me at the table.
“Are you insane? I mean, what the hell were you two thinking? How drunk were you? Does Simon know? Who all knows? Oh god, is this why she moved in with you?”
“Whoa,” I hold my hands up. “Slow down. You’re the first person I’ve told. I don’t know who she has told, but neither of us have told Simon. That I’m sure of. Wow. It feels good to say that out loud.” I blow out a breath. “Okay, this book deal is—”
“Hold on,” Graham cuts me off. “I fully want to get into the fact that HBO wants your books, because holy shit, but I need more details. Are you into her? I thought you two hated each other.”
“We do. Did. I don’t know.”
“Well, one night you liked each other enough to get married.”
It was a good night. One of my best.
I nod. “Yeah, I like her. It’s weird, because she makes it clear as day that she doesn’t care for me, but that night in Vegas…” I shake my head. “I can’t get that woman out of my mind, and even now, I see glimpses of her and I just… I don’t know how to get her attention romantically. Which is honestly just crazy because all she does is drive me insane. All these games she plays. It should make me not like her, right? Instead, it just makes me more curious about her. Like I’m seeing this new creative side of her that I never got to see before, and I’m into it. Hell, it makes me want to play games too.”
“I get it.” Graham cuts me off. “The more you live with her and the more you get to know, you like her more. So, yes, okay, what have you tried romantically to get her attention?”
“What do you mean?”
“What have you done to flirt or ask her out or what?”
I sit up taller. “Huh.”
“What?” His eyes light up. “What have you done?”
“Nothing. I haven’t done anything. Just flowers a few times. I cook, I clean. I guess I hoped that by being married and living together, it would just happen.”
His face scrunches up like he smells something rotten. “No wonder she hasn’t fallen for you. Now, while those are great qualities to have in a husband, you need to put in more effort. Hers might be to annoy the living hell out of you, but at least she’s trying something. What does she like?”
“Honestly, I’m not sure. One moment I think I know her and the next, I don’t.”
“Start small then. Cook her dinner. She works all day, right?”
“I’ve done that before, but I could make it more special.” I point a finger at him. “You might be onto something.”
“Of course I am. Now, let’s talk about this movie deal and this book.”
I groan. We spend the next two hours listing new plot ideas.
None of them stick though because all I can think about is how to create the most romantic dinner for Calla.
Tonight’s the night she starts to fall for me.
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
