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“You’re right.” He unlocks his phone. “I do need to set up a number of things.”
I stare at the screen for at least a half hour as I rack my brain for a way to salvage the Bella situation. The best I can come up with is:
Hi, Bella. Damn autocorrect, am I right? I’m back in the city. When would it be convenient for you to meet?
I type it out but don’t send it. I’ll give myself a few more hours to come up with something better.
Art clears his throat, so I look up.
“Remember how we discussed not having a big wedding?” he asks.
My heart rate speeds up. “Yes.”
“Upon reflection… How would you feel about a medium-sized reception to celebrate our nuptials?” He gestures at his phone. “I’ve been asked, repeatedly.”
I wrinkle my nose. I can almost smell all the perfume already. “If we must.”
“It will be only family, friends, and coworkers,” he says.
“Only,” I say with air quotes. “I thought it was usually enemies and random strangers.”
“Look, if it’s a big problem for you, then—”
I shake my head. “If it can be done outside, I’ll do it.”
“We can do it outside. I’ll organize everything. All I’ll ask from you is to send me the contact info for the folks you want there.”
“Okay, here goes.” I email him the details for my family, Fabio, and a few other friends. “Just let them all know that they can bring a plus-one, maybe two, but no more.”
“Agreed.”
The cab stops, and I realize that I’m already home.
“This is me.” I gesture at the garage door.
Art leans closer, eyes gleaming. “Indeed.”
I feel a force of uncanny gravity pulling me to him, and it’s all I can do to fight it. “Bye?”
He turns away and exits the car.
Wow. Has he just invited himself over?
He walks around the car and opens the door for me. “I will see you tomorrow?”
Oh. A wave of disappointment crashes over me. “Sure. First thing, if you can.”
He smirks. “I can make that work. Bye, wife.”
I roll my eyes. “Bye, hubby dearest.”
With that, I stride over to my domicile, only to find a huge basket by the door.
Wow. It’s a fruit arrangement made to look like a gorgeous bouquet of flowers.
Is it for me or my landlords?
According to the note, it’s from Art, so it’s mine.
