Page 106 of The October Arrangement

“Don’t be.” I took out the report and handed it to her.

“What is this?” she asked.

“The Tribeca sales report.”

She stared at it, turned around, and gripped the edge of the countertop.

“Oh God,” she said. “I knew yesterday slowed down.”

“What?” My brows furrowed.

“We didn’t have any signed contracts yesterday, and traffic dipped over the last couple of days. But don’t worry. I’m fixing it. I have three new concepts we’re shooting today. The rooftop one should⁠—”

I stepped closer to her and gripped her shoulders from behind.

“Seriously? Is that all you saw? Bella, we sold twenty units in two weeks. Twenty!”

“Really?” She turned and looked at me.

“Yes.” I smiled.

“Holy shit!” she shouted with excitement and threw her arms around me. I pulled her into me and held her tight.

“Twenty fucking units.” She laughed into my chest.

“There she is.” I chuckled.

She broke our embrace. “Do you know what this means?”

“Yes, I do.”

“No, seriously. Do you understand how insane that is?”

“I understand perfectly.” I grinned. “Are you finished here?”

“Why?” Her eye narrowed.

“I thought we could grab an early lunch before heading back to the office.”

“In that case, I’m finished.” She reached up and kissed my lips.

“Are you ready to go home?” I asked, stepping into her office.

“Yes. I’m tired.” She grabbed her purse. “What’s for dinner?”

“What do you want?” I asked.

“Italian. I’ve been craving it all day.”

“You had an Italian sub for lunch,” I smirked.

“Shut up.” She laughed.

“There’s that great little Italian place on the way home. I could place the order now, and we can stop and pick it up,” I said.

“Sounds good. I want the chicken parmesan.”

“Chicken parm it is.” I pulled out my phone and called in our order.