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“See?” Hale asked Elsa, who was peering over the couch at the cats.
“I love them so much, my bubbies, my precious pookies, my darling babies,” she cooed.
Hale smiled to himself.
He could hear purring.
She settled back in with her phone.
Hale returned to his marketing strategy.
* * *
“Chag Pesach sameach,”Hale said to Elsa’s Aunt Deborah when she opened the door of her house to them.
“Oh my goodness,” Deborah replied, touching both hands to her chest excitedly. “Look at you, what a catch!” She turned and called into the house, “Elsa and Hale are here!”
People crowded the doorway.
Fortunately, David was one of them. He waded through, pulling them inside.
“Chag Pesach sameach,” he repeated to David.
David’s head jerked when he did, then his eyes moved from Hale to Elsa and back to Hale. When they rested on Hale, he saw they were warm.
“Thank you, Hale.” David clapped him on the shoulder. “Welcome to our Seder.”
Hale nodded.
With Elsa holding his hand, David led him deeper into his sister’s home so he could attend their family’s Passover Seder.
* * *
He wasinto it for the first five pairs of heels Elsa tried on.
He wassoover it now.
This meant Hale was lounged in the chair in Bergdorf’s shoe department, surrounded by stacks of opened boxes and shoes, trying not to fall asleep by attempting to understand what got him in this predicament in the first place.
He’d just wanted Elsa to meet Blake. Therefore, he’d arranged brunch.
And somehow, after said brunch, his ass had landed here, an unwilling participant in the female bonding ritual.
Not to be mistaken, he was glad they were getting along.
But…
Jesus Christ.
“I don’t know,” Blake was saying, turning a foot this way and that while standing in front of a mirror.
“I know what you mean,” Elsa replied. “I’m not sure they’re you.”
She was standing close to Blake, wearing a pair of white pumps with a block heel and what looked like the links of a gold horse bit on the toe that he’d had to stop himself from laughing at, until Elsa put them on her feet.
Blake lifted a foot and pulled off the shoe she had on, left the other one on, which meant she limped to the chair before she plopped into it and tossed the shoe into its box. “Okay, so far, it’s the Louboutins and the Gianvito Rossis for me, and the Gucci and Prada for you.”
Elsa stood in front of the mirror and did the twisting foot thing. “I’m not sure about the Guccis. I’m not into block heels.”
