Page 78 of Say It’s Forever

As of this moment, he hasn’t mentioned last night, and neither have I.

Nope, I ran to work the moment we weren’t together. I figured the more time we spend together, the more likely we are going to talk about it, because we are adults, after all. Or if we aren’t going to talk about it, we will repeat it. Words or no words, the tension between us right now is ready to snap if one of us accidentally looks at the other for too long.

Should I have said something about it? Should I have made a rule about how we don’t talk about it? Or how we do talk about it? Anything, really, to relieve a bit of this thing between us.

God. I’m overthinking again.

I glance at my door.

He really did take that problem away from me.

I’d needed it, and right now, I wouldn’t mind him doing it again, but that can’t happen.

Or it could. We are fake-engaged, and as he pointed out, neither of us will be getting it from someone else, so why not?

It could be fun. I did say I needed fun.

My desk phone rings, a happy interruption from letting my mind get carried away.

“Grace here.”

“Welcome back, Miss Richford.”

“Thank you, Mason. What can I do for you?”

“There is a reporter here by the name of Benson asking for you.”

I let out a sigh and close my eyes.

And it resumes. The attention.

The first official article about our engagement, with comments from the charity event, came out this morning, and reporters who weren’t there are ready to swarm.

It seems that someone knew when we’d be back.

I’m just thankful he didn’t say it was Brad’s fiancée.

“Okay, tell them I am finishing up a meeting and will be out soon.”