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“Not yet. But I’m hoping. If there’s one thing I’ve learned from you and yourlistis that there’s a perfect someone out there for me too. Maybe.”
When she met his gaze, it was swimming with heart and hope of what the future could bring. Her own heart swelled with happiness for him even if it did deflate that the thought of missing out on that happiness. Boy, she was one walking, talking contradiction.
“According to your list I think I’m a solid eight out of twelve?” He gave her a side-eye that had her sinking back in her chair.
Fuuuck.
She needed to be more careful with where she left her planner.
“Ya know, I have to admit. I’m wondering about those other four that I failed.”
“You didn’t fail anything, Eric. You shouldn’t change at all. You’ll find that special someone and I would be honored to help with that wedding someday.”
“I would like that.”
“Friends.”
He stuck a hand out and she took the offer. “Friends.”
The rest of the meal passed in easy conversation and as they pulled up to her shop later that evening, Eric helped her from the car. They walked to the door in silence and he gathered her in his arms for a long, warm hug.
“I meant what I said.” She pulled back and smiled up at him. She would miss the crisp, clean smell of his cologne and the way he ruffled his hair from time to time.
“What’s that?”
“Toss your list. It won’t help you find the happiness you deserve, sweetheart.”
She stared into his deep gaze and saw he only meant to help.
She offered a tight-lipped smile and nodded.
“All right then. I better go. If I can ever do anything for you, call me anytime.”
“Thank you, Eric. Take care, okay.” He leaned in and placed, tilted her chin up and claimed her lips in a warm, slow kiss and then he was gone, leaving her to find her way.
Saved again, Jun.But the small pain in her chest told her another story. She shrugged it away. Nothing a pint of vanilla and chocolate chip and a long conversation with Callie wouldn’t heal.
But damn that man could kiss.
There went a great man, just not her perfect man. She would find him. He was out there and God, fate, or destiny would see to it he fit every item on her perfect man list.
She hoped.
CHAPTER THREE
Marshall Blackwood solved billion-dollar problems on a daily basis—but a wedding and not just any wedding, his wedding— left him more baffled the longer he thought about it.
“Look, you need an answer for the board and sooner rather than later. Take it from me, don’t leave this shit to the last second. They’re sharks when it comes to the bottom dollar and the future of said bottom dollar.”
As it should be, he supposed.
Marshall punched the button for the speaker and pushed up from his chair. He’d been planted in the same spot for the six hours looking for a solution, but came up empty-handed at every fucking turn.
He traveled the length of his desk, turned and repeated, an unfamiliar twist of anxiety driving him to move.
“Hello, Marshall, you listening?” His brother sounded as impatient as he felt.
Marshall slipped his hands into his pockets and came to an abrupt stop. He stood there long seconds before answering. Just staring.
