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“Morning. How did you sleep?”
“Like a baby. You?”
“Well, babies don’t sleep, so I never understand why people use that phrase. I slept great.”
I rolled my eyes as I pulled down a mug from the cabinet.
“I’m happy to hear that.”
“I’ll see you later. I’m going to the office.” He set his coffee cup in the sink.
“On a Saturday?”
“It’s just another day, Stella.” He smirked. “Don’t forget we have dinner with my aunt and uncle tonight.”
“I know. I’m going shopping today for a new dress.”
“Good. I have no doubt you’ll look beautiful in it.” He grabbed his briefcase and walked to the elevator.
* * *
“Miles doesn’t ever want kids,” I said to Jordyn as we walked down Fifth Avenue with our coffee in our hands.
“Okay, and?” She glanced at me.
“Nothing. I’m just saying he doesn’t like kids.”
“Why do you seem bothered by it? Are you planning on having his baby?”
“Shut up.” I laughed. “Of course not. I just think it’s sad.”
“Are you really surprised, Stella? I mean, he is a man who paid you to marry him so he could get control of his company. A man of his looks and status shouldn’t be single. He chooses to be, so I’m not surprised he doesn’t want kids. Could you imagine if you got pregnant in Vegas after that whole birth control debacle?” Her eyes widened.
“I don’t ever want to think about that again. I really hate that you’re moving.” I laid my head on her shoulder.
“I know, but things won’t change. We’ll still talk every day. Have you asked Miles to attend Morgan’s wedding with you?”
“Not yet. I’m going to today. I hope he says yes.”
She stopped in the middle of the sidewalk and grabbed my arm.
“Are you falling in love with him?”
“No.” My brows furrowed. “Why would you think that?”
“Because of the tone you used when you said you hope he says yes. It was like a teenage girl all excited that the guy she’d been chasing down all year asked her to the prom.”
“You’re crazy.” I rolled my eyes. “I think it would be fun. We could dance.” I smiled.
“Somehow, I don’t think uptight Miles Bradshaw dances.”
After a day of shopping, Sean drove me back to the penthouse.
“Thanks, Sean. I’ll see you later.”
“See you, Stella.” He smiled.
When I stepped off the elevator, I heard piano music. Taking my bags to my room, I walked up the winding stairs and saw Miles sitting at the piano.
