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He led me to a small room with monitors set up and a security guard sitting in a chair in front of them.
“Steve, I need you to pull up the security footage from this date.” He handed him a piece of paper. “And I need you to forward until you see Dr. Roman walk in, please.”
“Here you go,” Steve spoke as he stood up from his chair and told me to sit down.
Tears swelled in my eyes as I watched myself the day I was in here looking at wedding bands for Conner—a day I never knew existed.
“Thank you, Joseph.” I stood from my chair and hugged him.
“I forgot to mention that the wedding band is non-returnable because you had it inscribed.” He smirked. “I would hate to see this beautiful ring sit in a box and tucked away in a drawer.” He handed me the small velvet box.
“Thank you.”
“My pleasure, Dr. Roman.” He walked me out.
CHAPTER33
Charlotte
When I arrived home, I ran upstairs and changed my clothes. Pulling the ring box from my purse, I hid it in the back of one of my dresser drawers. The front door opened as I walked down the stairs, and Conner walked in.
“Hey, babe.” He smiled.
“Hi. How was work?”
“Ah, you know. Hip pain, knee pain, shoulder pain, joint pain.” A smirk crossed his lips. “Did you get your errands done?”
“Yeah.” I followed him into the kitchen and set my journal down on the island.
“Do you want to go out for dinner tonight?” he asked.
“I was thinking we could just stay in and maybe order a pizza or something.”
“Sounds good to me.” He opened the refrigerator and pulled out a beer.
“Conner, we need to talk about something.”
“Okay. What’s wrong?” He picked me up and set me on the island.
“What are you doing?”
“You like to sit up here when we talk because you like to be at eye level with me. I put my hands on each side of you like this and intently listen to every word you say.”
“That’s weird. You’re making that up.”
He chuckled. “I swear to God, I’m not making it up. And I don’t argue with your weirdness. I just go with the flow.” The corners of his mouth curved upward. “Now, what do you want to talk about?”
I stared into his mesmerizing blue eyes and didn’t feel as nervous to say what I had to say to him. I’d noticed he had a way of calming me just by his presence.
“We haven’t discussed the wedding at all,” I said.
He tilted his head back and looked up at the ceiling as he sighed.
“I didn’t think you were ready to discuss it, and I didn’t want to push you.”
“I keep asking myself the same question. How can I marry someone I don’t even remember and barely know.”
“Charlotte—”
