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I wait until she’s returned to the room, device in hand, to request more details about her day, “Why do you have your workbag?”
She gives the object on her shoulder a small push upward. “Post brunch with Vanessa, I have to meet Calen at The Institute to go over a few last-minute changes to this coming weekend’s trip itinerary, which reminds me that we need to reschedule our meeting with Valora to next week because I don’t know how late I’ll be getting back Sunday and reallllyyyyyy don’t wanna do champagne and chipper that early on Monday.”
“Noted.”
“We would’ve done the plan changes this morning, but it was tank cleaning day with the scuba divers, and Raquel lets her merman fantasies clog her ability to communicate until they leave.”
“And then you’ll be home?”
“Actually,” her body cautiously creeps closer, “I told Calen I’d help him look into getting his marine veterinary license.” She tucks her cell into her pocket. “Ever since Steven’s injury, he’s been really considering it.”
“How is Steven?” J.T. asks the question I can’t believe I haven’t yet.
Hm.
Why haven’t I?
Why hasn’t she just gushed about him?
The situation?
Work?
Is she hiding something?
Ashamed?
Perhaps between all of our social calendar engagements she hasn’t had time?
“Completely healed – thank fuck – and now into the next step of securing his move.”
“That sucks,” J.T. sincerely expresses.
“Doesn’t rock.”
Uncertain of exactly what other sentiment to add in leads to me suggesting, “Dinner?”
Bryn swings her crystal gaze my way.
“Can I plan on having dinner with my future wife?”
“With her or on her?” she salaciously sasses back.
“In the room…” mutters J.T. at the same time he lets his head fall dramatically backward.
“He won’t be tonight,” I promise, instantly receiving a glare from him but a round of giggles from her.
Those matter more.
“You’ve got yourself a deal, Weston.”
“Then come sign on the dotted line, Brynley.”
My request is quickly met; however, the chaste kiss is far from my favorite.
Particularly when she’s about to spend the vast majority of a day in the presence of another man.
“Take Hill with you,” I firmly insist, leaving no room for debate in my tone.
