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“We’re all excited,” Violet echoed as her eyes narrowed at Harper in suspicion. “I can’t wait for Monday.”
Harper took a large sip of her wine and nodded with feigned enthusiasm. “Me neither.”
Three
Sunday evening Sebastian arrived at the bar a full fifteen minutes before he was supposed to meet Harper. He wasn’t particularly anxious about their meeting, but he couldn’t stand just sitting around his apartment any longer. He’d sat there for the last two days trying to fill the hours. Without work, he found he had far too many minutes on his hands.
He’d spent as long as he could packing and preparing for the trip. He’d taken his clothes and his tuxedo to the cleaner. He’d carefully collected his toiletries and underthings, but that had taken only a few hours out of his newfound free time.
Sebastian had tried reading a book. He’d watched some television. Both had bored him after a short while. By Sunday afternoon he’d had nothing to do but pace around his apartment and wish away the hours. He wasn’t sure how he’d get through the next two weeks if he hadn’t met Harper and had this trip to Ireland fall into his lap. He might just go insane. How was that supposed to improve his health? Mentally weak but physically strong? What good was that?
When his watch showed it was almost time to meet Harper, he’d rushed out the door. He’d taken a table in a quiet corner, ordered himself a gin and tonic with lime—ignoring doctor’s orders—and awaited her arrival with his notebook open to read over some notes. He carried it almost everywhere he went, writing down ideas and schematics when they popped into his head. He’d learned the hard way that he could lose the spark of inspiration if he didn’t immediately capture it.
This way he was still waiting, but at least he was out of the house and potentially doing something productive in the meantime. Thankfully, Harper showed up a few minutes later. She was looking attractive and fashionable once again with layered lace tops and a long sweater over skinny jeans. Today her dark hair was pulled up into a bun, highlighting the line of her neck and her dangly earrings.
Sebastian was once again struck by the fact that this woman should be able to find a boyfriend easily. He didn’t understand why he was even there pretending to be one. Then again, the same thing could probably be said of him. Life was complicated sometimes.
“Thanks for coming. And thanks for doing all of this,” she said as she settled into her chair across from him.
“No problem. Would you like a drink?”
“Just water for me,” she said with a polite smile. It surprised him. A glass of wine or a martini seemed far more her speed. He didn’t question it, however, and waved down the bartender for her water.
“Are you packed and ready to go?” she asked.
“Mostly. What about you?”
“The same. I feel like I’m not ready, although I can’t imagine what I haven’t packed yet.”
“Don’t forget the slinky lingerie,” Sebastian said. The sudden image of Harper wearing some kind of silk-and-lace chemise came to his mind and made him immediately regret his words. He didn’t need that vision haunting him over their next week together.
“What?” Harper’s eyes were suddenly wide with concern.
“It was a joke,” Sebastian soothed. And that’s what he’d intended it to be, even if a part of him wouldn’t mind if she threw a nice piece or two in there.
“Oh,” she said, visibly relaxing. Apparently the idea of being his girlfriend for real was not nearly as appealing to her as it was in his own mind. “Yeah, no, I’m packing the ugliest pajamas I’ve got.”
“Flannel footie pajamas with a zip front?” he asked.
“Yep. I’ll be dressed as a giant pug dog.”
Interesting. “Trapdoor for convenience?”
“No, just a front zipper, but they do have a tail and a hood with puppy ears and a nose I can pull up.”
“Excellent. Since pugs aren’t my thing, I’m sure the sight of you in that dog outfit will squelch any misplaced attraction that might arise between us.”
“Perhaps I should buy you one, too. I saw one that was basically a poop emoji costume.”
“Not Spider-Man or Deadpool? You went straight for the poop emoji?”
“Yeah, sorry.”
They both laughed for a few moments and the tension dissipated between them. Sebastian was relieved. He didn’t want either of them to be uncomfortable. It would make the week ten times longer than it would be already.
“So tell me everything I should know about you,” Harper began. “I’m your girlfriend, after all, so I need to know all the important things.”
Sebastian tried not to wince at the thought of talking about himself. He hated doing that. He tried to think of what he would share with someone if he were really dating them, but he found he didn’t know the answer to that, either. “I’m from Maine. A small coastal town called Rockport, specifically. I went to MIT. Technically, I’m a mechanical engineer, but I’ve bra
