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“There. Problem solved.” I slanted my head. “You want to stay for pizza?”

“Ooh, definitely. I want a tour of the villa first.”

“Then let’s go.”

Chapter Fourteen

Feeling my nose wrinkle, I shook my head. “I don’t think we can make this work.”

“Me neither.” Sabrina waved a hand at the function room we stood in, which was much like a contemporary ballroom. “This place is perfect for their vision, but it doesn’t have ample space for seating—they have a huge guest list.”

I nodded, worrying my lower lip. “If they’re willing to shorten the list, we could make it happen. I’m just not sure if they’ll agree to.”

“They might. I mean, it seemed like they had their heart set on throwing the party here.”

“That’s true.” A set of three siblings wanted to throw a wedding anniversary shindig for their parents, and they hoped to hold the event here, where their parents’ wedding reception took place. “I’ll call them later and see in what ways they’re willing to compromise.”

As we exited the room and began a slow walk down a very grand hallway, Sabrina said, “It is a beautiful venue. It reminds me a little of where you got married.”

“It has the same timeless vibe,” I agreed.

It would be exactly three weeks ago tomorrow that I made my vows to Dax. At this point, I was settled in my new home—as was Gypsy, though she sometimes visited Alicia.

Dax and I had fallen into a steady routine. We ate breakfast together, went to work, came home, had dinner while sharing anecdotes about each other’s day, and then generally indulged in some alone time to wind down.

I usually watched TV in the living room or did a little reading in my office. He typically either went for a swim or spent time on his laptop while relaxing on either the patio, our bedroom balcony, or his own home office.

Then we’d go to bed, and he’d fuck me like he had no other purpose in life.

“I haven’t yet convinced Marleigh to let me name her baby,” said Sabrina, pulling me out of my thoughts.

The absurd statement made me smile. “I doubt you will.”

“We should remain hopeful.”

“Why would I hope she allows you to do it?”

Sabrina threw me an “Are you dumb?” look. “You know how she and Ollie are. They’ll name the baby something boring and old people-y. Like Bessie or Reginald.” She shuddered.

“There’s nothing wrong with those names.”

“Boring and old people-y,” Sabrina repeated. “She and Ollie should leave it up to me—I will give the baby anawesomename.”

“I really don’t see them handing you that power, but keep nagging them if you must.”

“I must, or the child will be bullied for life.”

“Speaking of your sister … Don’t forget we’re taking her shopping for baby stuff this weekend.” Alicia and Harri would also be coming with us.

“There’s no chance of me forgetting it—I’m looking forward to it.” Sabrina grinned, joining her hands together. “I can’t wait to be an aunt. It’ll be—”

“Well, look who it is.”

I almost stumbled on hearing the familiar male voice. No. No, not that creepy dick.

Clad in a tailored suit, Jenson was strolling out of a room up ahead where a cocktail party appeared to be taking place. A cluster of just-as-smartly-dressed males followed behind him.

Sabrina quietly groaned. “I can’t stand this weirdo.” She’d come across him a few times while visiting me in what used to be my home.

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