Page 374 of Talk Swoony to Me


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I snap my fingers. “Not Jonah.”

“Okay, fine,” she pouts, then bobs her head over my shoulder. “Hey, Graham.”

I spin around as he approaches the desk from the golden elevators looking a little worn out around the edges in a wrinkled t-shirt and jeans, but that’s been a thing the last couple of weeks ever since the birth of his daughter.

“Hey, boss,” I say with another quick glance at my list to see what to tackle next.

“Hey, Paige.” Graham stops beside me. “How you doing back here, Marla?”

She blows a raspberry. “Piece of cake,” she says. “I’m not at all nervous about ruining everything all the time.”

He chuckles. “Yeah, me neither.”

“A new father and the new CEO? You’re probably a constant ball of stress and...” Marla pauses as Graham’s shadowed face falls a little. “Piece of cake!” she says again.

Graham nods. “You’re doing great,” he says. “Keep it up.”

“Thank you, sir. You, too.”

He shifts in my direction instead. “And you...” He eyes the blue and gold streamers around the lobby. “You did this very quickly.”

I shrug. “Hey, you say throw a party, I throw a party.”

“How did you do this in an hour?” he asks.

“I didn’t. I did it in five hours.”

He blinks his dark-circled eyes. “It’s been five hours?”

I chuckle. “So, how’s Beverly?”

“She’s very loud,” he says. “So much screaming and crying...”

“Yeah, babies do that.”

“But beautiful,” he adds. “She’s the light of my life... while she’s sleeping.”

“Good to hear.”

He waves toward the ballroom. “It’s ready to go, then?”

“We are ready to rock. Oh — that reminds me.” I put my pen to paper to add to my list. “Still need to nudge Addison. She said she’d bring extra ice.”

“How did that remind you of ice?” he asks, confused.

“Rock-music-Addison-ice. Don’t question my brain.”

Graham rubs his tired forehead. “Fair enough. Are you all set for tomorrow, too?”

I pause. “Tomorrow?”

“Tomorrow,” he repeats.

“What’s tomorrow?”

“The trip.”

“We have a trip?”

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