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“Let me make some calls. I think my brother said they do them in New Hampshire. Maybe we can combine the country drive and the balloon ride into one.”
“That sounds perfect,” I smiled.
Phillip was on the phone for about ten minutes, then said, “It’s set. We will have our balloon ride around four today and we will be making our descent.”
“I can’t believe you pulled that off.”
“Actually, my brother Andrew is the one we should thank. He lives in New Hampshire now and has made some connections that I do not have.”
He was bringing me to meet yet another brother so soon? I had been surprised by meeting Kenneth yesterday. What’s next? Sunday brunch? God, I hope not. I’m not the girl you bring home to mama, when mama is a billionaire.
“It sounds like we have plenty of time,” I said, “which is good, because I really need to get home and change.”
“I hadn’t thought about that,” he sighed. “We can stop at your place on the way.”
“Are you sure? Because Samantha is going to be there, and I know she’s not your favorite person.”
“If I can deal with my mother, you don’t need to worry about Samantha,” he said.
“What does that mean?” I asked.
“When you meet her, you’ll know,” he stated.
Not if, but when.My heart fluttered in my chest. This was moving fast. I was scared because the deeper and closer we got, the more it would hurt when he ended it. For now, it was best to pretend I hadn’t heard that comment. Who knows, maybe it won’t ever come to pass.
Phillip picked up the dirty dishes and placed them in the sink. “We have an hour before we need to leave. Any suggestions on how we should spend it?”
I had several ideas, but I knew if we went back to his bedroom, we wouldn’t make it to New Hampshire.
“How about we start with washing those dishes?” I said. “And then maybe we get some groceries in here so you don’t have to eat out all the time.”
“I don’t cook,” he reminded me.
“But I do. And if I ever spend the night again, I’d like to be able to make you breakfast. This was good, but nothing like homemade food.” I smiled and said, “Why don’t I make us some sandwiches for the ride, too?”
He leaned in close and stroked the inside of my wrist, maintaining steady eye contact. “Food shopping? That’s really what you want to do?”
He was breaking my resistance. And once his lips met mine, I forgot anything else I wanted to say. Nothing wrong with ordering take-out. It’s not what you eat, it’s who you’re sharing it with. And I want to share everything with Phillip.
