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“What did I say?” Andrea cocked her head to the side.
“Something about…” He had to get this right. “Your dress being perfect.”
“I guess that’s close. I can’t decide on a mermaid design, ball gown, A-line, trumpet—”
“Can’t you just pick one?”
Her eyes widened. “Are you kidding me? Picking a wedding dress is one of the most important parts. It’ll determine everything like the flowers, the bridesmaids’ dresses—”
“I get it.” He rubbed the back of his neck. “All I have to do is show up.”
Her eyes softened. “No, that’s not all I want you to do.”
He smiled. “So you are marrying aside from my good looks?”
“Well… I can’t deny that ‘Mr. Eligible Bachelor.’” She giggled.
“Hilarious.” This time he rubbed his forehead.
“Babe, you need to relax. You’re working too hard.”
“It’s nothing I can’t handle.”
“But you look exhausted. Maybe you need to take some time off.”
He focused his eyes on her. She couldn’t be serious. “You’re the one running all over the world with your gigs. Maybe I’m not the only one who needs to slow down.”
She sat back. Lance noticed the headboard behind her. Andrea had to be in her hotel room. Her stare went blank. “What’s that supposed to mean?”
“Whatever you want it to mean.” Was he picking a fight? Lance didn’t want to, but the words already left his mouth.
“So you can work. I can’t?” She asked.
“I didn’t say that.” He sighed. “Look, Babe. We’re tired and I don’t want to say anything I’ll regret.”
“I won’t argue with you there.” Her lips flattened into a thin line as she glanced around her room.
“Andrea?”
“You have something else to say?”
“I’m sorry.”
“That’s a start.”
“Forgive me?”
“I don’t know. I’ll think about it.” Was she teasing him? Was that a slight smile on her face? Lance would have asked, but he didn’t in case she wasn’t in the mood.
“I’ll call you later.”
“That’d be nice,” she said.
She hung up without saying goodbye and Lance tossed his tablet on his bed, hearing it plop. After a shower, he climbed into bed and emailed his assistant. Flowers wouldn’t solve his problems with Andrea, but a dozen tulips would be a start.
She would forgive him. Their fights weren’t serious, and he didn’t want to waste time arguing over petty things. He would send a card along with the flowers to her. Until he talked to her again, he settled for sleep.
Chapter 9
