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“Oh, no, it’s too beautiful out today. I walked.” She slips big, rose-gold sunglasses onto her face. Her lips tip up as I stand there staring at her. “Do you want to walk with me? There is a sweet little café on the first floor of the HEA building. You could grab a coffee. An afternoon pick-me-up.”

I smirk. I wouldn’t mind her as an afternoon pick-me-up in the back seat of my car, but fuck, why did I go there? What’s even more disturbing than the sexual thoughts I’m having about this woman is the fact that I don’t even think about my calendar and nod in reply.

“Yeah, I don’t mind the walk.” I pull out my phone and text Tom to head to the HEA offices.

I was today fucking years old when I sent my driver away so I could walk two miles in the wrong direction on a full afternoon calendar for a woman. For ten more minutes in her presence.

What the hell is wrong with me?

Chapter 7

GOT THE NINJA SKILLS

CASSIE

If I saidI wasn’t shocked that Theo decided to walk me back to my office, I would be lying. For a second there at lunch, I thought we were heading toward a shouting match. I’m usually very slow to anger, but this man beside me, he clearly drives me batty.

“So how long have you been a wedding planner?” Theo asks as we walk at a relaxed pace. My office is only about a ten-minute walk at a brisk pace, which is my normal speed. You know, I got places to be, shit to do and all that. Normally, this slower speed would drive me insane, but I’m enjoying my time with Theo.

“Almost ten years.” I smile.

“Wow, that’s a long time. Do you go to college for Wedding Planning?” he asks.

“No. I mean, you can, but I didn’t. I have a degree in Business Administration.”

He makes a thoughtful noise. Glancing down at me, he’s trying to work something out.

“Did you plan many weddings in college?”

“No, I didn’t realize I wanted to be a wedding planner until after I graduated.”

“How old are you, exactly?”

I snort. So that’s what he’s been trying to figure out. “Hmm.” I tap my finger to my lips. “You know you’re not supposed to ask a woman her age. How do women normally act when you ask?”

“I don’t normally ask,” he says bluntly.

Interesting.

“I’m thirty,” I offer. His eyes flash to mine, and I can see that wasn’t what he was expecting to hear. I’ve always looked younger than I am.

I’d like to know if being only four years younger than him is a good or a bad thing. Thanks to a late-night Google session I had last night, finally giving in to curiosity, I couldn’t find out what kind of women he dates. Does he like them in their twenties or more his own age?

Why I care exactly…

“So tell me about how you started planning weddings?” He doesn’t comment again on the age thing.

“I had just landed a job as market research analyst and it was much more boring than I had expected. Lots of work at a desk.”

He makes an amused sound, to which I smile because I’m sure that’s the only work he does.

“But Layla had a recently matched client who needed a wedding planner for a wedding she wanted to have in just six weeks. Because she couldn’t find a planner with that kind of turnaround, I took it on because I was bored and wanted a challenge. And I loved it. So I decided to switch focus.”

“Interesting,” he says.

“I actually offered my services free of charge to my first ten clients in order to build my portfolio. Kept my day job for about a year, then quit and came on as a partner of Happily Ever After, Inc.,” I offer.

“Well, you definitely have what it takes to make a path for yourself. Impressive.” The sunglasses he wears block me from seeing any emotion in his eyes. His perpetually grumpy facial features give me nothing.

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