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Charlize: I’m excelling at life these days. Queen Secret Keeper, Queen Gala Girl, Queen Good Girl. Just give me a crown and be done with it.
Poppy: Have you got an emcee yet?
Charlize: I think so! Jett Vaughn seems ready to confirm.
Charlize: I do have something we need to discuss, though. I got a job offer.
Poppy: You don’t sound excited.
Charlize: I’m not. It’s in California.
Poppy: I forbid you, under any circumstance, to take that job. Thank you, but next.
Charlize: I don’t know. I need some Poppy time to talk about it.
Poppy: Tomorrow afternoon?
Charlize: Yes <3
I put my phone down and go in search of Owen who’s actually not giving me the eye. It’s almost nine p.m. and he brought me home to his place to cook me dinner and spend the night with me. Instead, he received a phone call from Julian as we walked out of the elevator, and he’s been working ever since. I cooked dinner which he ate with me, but then he went straight back to work.
He glances up from his desk when I enter his office. Cursing softly, he stops typing and leans back in his seat. “I lost track of time, sorry,” he says.
I go to him and curl up on his lap. “It’s okay. I get it.” I kiss him. “How much more have you got to do?”
He lets out a breath. “Probably about an hour.”
I run my hand down his chest, resting it on his stomach. “Okay.”
He kisses me again, taking hold of my neck. “Thank you for understanding.”
I leave him and go into his bathroom to take a bath.
I have a long bath, hoping Owen will come and join me.
Spoiler alert: he doesn’t.
However, he does wander into the bathroom as I’m drying myself.
Coming to me, he reaches for the towel. “You don’t need this.”
With that, he takes me to his bed and spends the next couple of hours giving me his full attention.
He’s extremely strenuous about it all.
It’s a good thing he’s not golfing with Bradford this weekend.
The last thing I say to him before I pass out from all that strenuous activity is, “I know it’s my turn in the coffee war tomorrow morning, but I really think you’re going to have to take one for the team. I think you killed my legs tonight.”
I fall asleep with Owen’s arms around me, a kiss pressed to my forehead, and his deep voice saying, “Goodnight, beautiful.”
There are only four thoughts in my head as I drift off.
One: My legs really are dead.
Two: I’m really glad I have Owen to myself all weekend.
Three: Can I really see myself moving to the other side of the country, away from him?
