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“But you don’t have to come. I can make up an excuse for you. Food poisoning or something…”
“What? And turn down free food, cake, and the opportunity to dance with you? Not a chance.”
My cheeks flame, a warm, fuzzy feeling tingling in my chest. Every part of me was hoping he’d say that.
“But we should discuss a few things before tomorrow,” Spence says, his tone serious.
Oh crap. This is the part where he tells me he’s not looking for anything long-term.
“We need a story.”
“What do you mean?” I swirl the maroon wine in my glass, fingers of liquid sliding down the smooth, convex surface.
“We need details. People are probably going to ask things like where we met, how long we’ve been dating—that sort of thing.”
“Oh, right. Like a meet-cute, something you’d see in a Hallmark movie.”
“Exactly. And it needs to be good. A story we’d want to tell our kids one day.”
“Not ‘he rescued me from my Aunt Edna’?” I tease, smoothing my hair over my shoulder.
“We can definitely do better than that. What are you into? Hobbies, interests…”
“Besides work? I go to the gym, and I love the beach.”
“Favorite movies? TV shows?”
“I don’t have much time to watch movies, although I do loveBridesmaids.”
“Of course you do.”
“I watch reality TV, especially all the wedding-related shows. And I like romance and mysteries.”
“Favorite book?”
“Anne of Green Gables. What about you?”
“If I had to pick a book, I guess I’d go with a classic—Sherlock Holmes. I play a lot of golf. For work and in my free time. Also, tennis. And I go to the gym. I like movies, but moreStar WarsandJames Bond.”
“Old or new Bond?”
“Both. I’m equal opportunity.”
“Okay. So where did we meet? I suppose work is too basic, huh?”
“How about we met at the park while we were both out for a run?”
“You came up to me while I was jogging? I’d probably pepper spray you.”
“Noted.No sneaking up on Madison while jogging. How about the gym then?”
“Which gym?”
“The club gym.”
“That could work?—”
“I feel like we can do better, though. The grocery store? Maybe we tussled over the last avocado. I make a mean guacamole.”
