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“Eataly.” Cameron replied. “We can then hang out downtown.”
Chantelle cocked her head to the side. “That place is thirty minutes away.”
“My treat, Chantelle. After everything that happened with…”
She sighed. “You can say Bryce’s name. He called.”
“No.” Cameron’s mouth fell open.
“Yep.” Placing a hand on her hip, a night on the town in Chicago didn’t sound too bad as she thought. “I’ll go.”
Cameron clapped her hands as Chantelle sauntered to her room to change clothes.
Chapter 2
Lance Taylor adjusted the volume on his phone. He wasn’t a fan of FaceTime, but since he hadn’t seen his fiancé since their engagement announcement, he made an exception since she was overseas. He preferred the town of Delta Heights. Lance couldn’t wait to smell the yeasty bread from the bakery or the hamburgers cooking from the diner.
“What’s up with the beard?” Andrea asked.
Lance rubbed at his facial hair. “You don’t like it, Babe? Thought I’d try something new.”
She giggled. “Oh you. That’s why I love you. Stepping outside the box. I can get used to it.”
“How’s Greece?”
“One word, gorgeous. I’ll send you some pictures when I get the chance.”
“And the photo shoot?” he asked.
“I love it. We took a break, but I’m due for another round of hair and makeup soon. I would love a nap right now.”
“Why don’t you? Sounds simple to me. Tell them you want to take a longer break,” he said.
Andrea tilted her head to the side on the screen. “This is my job. I don’t tell you—”
“It was only a suggestion.”
She narrowed her eyes at him. “What’s wrong? You never FaceTime me?”
“Wanted to see you.”
She bounced in her chair. “I can’t believe we’ll be featured in The Wedding Report. Can you believe it? We’re the next power couple, Lance.”
Staring at the signs from the ceiling directing passengers to different areas of the airport, Lance’s mind wandered from his conversation with Andrea. His eyes later diverted to large digital monitors displaying flight departures and arrival times, and he further watched janitorial employees pushing cleaning trolleys. Each gate had mass seating, and motorized carts helped disabled and limited-mobile passengers to get around.
He took a sip from his black coffee. Why did their wedding need to be profiled? They were not special people. He was just a boy raised in a small town and grew up to work in his father’s law firm.
“Lance, are you listening to me?” Andrea interrupted his thoughts.
“I’m listening.”
“What did I say?”
“You’re… excited about the article,” he answered.
“And?”
“That’s the basis of it, right?”
