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Megan wrinkled her nose.
I took it as agreement and darted up the stairs for my sneakers. Downtown was a good idea. We were unlikely to run into anyone there—if one of the gang was headed to a museum, or even the National Mall, we would have heard about it at lunch. I didn’t get downtown to play tourist as often as I ought to. Why was it that living near these amazing museums and monuments meant I didn’t take the time to see them?
I guessed because life was busy, no matter where you lived, so things like that got pushed aside.
I hurried back down, shoes on my feet, and tucked my hands in my pockets. “Well?”
“Let’s go to the National Gallery.”
I chuckled. “You’re hoping that’ll make me regret letting you choose, aren’t you?”
Megan shrugged, but she had an impish gleam in her eye that told me I was right.
“Too bad for you, I like art.” I gestured for her to go down ahead of me. “And I happen to know where good parking is near there. Double win.”
“Triple win, then, since I’m actually pretty excited about going. I haven’t been in…forever. We live right here. You’d think we’d be there constantly.”
“I had that same thought when I was getting my shoes. Do you think people who live in New York City go to the Statue of Liberty?”
Megan frowned and pulled open the door that led out to the garage. “Good question. I have no idea. Probably not. Life, right?”
Megan had already gone around to the passenger side and gotten in. So much for a chance to be chivalrous. On the other hand, it was maybe a little silly when we were in the garage? She didn’t seem to care either way, so I wasn’t going to overthink it.
I’d wasted too much time overthinking things when it came to Megan.
I got in, punched the garage door opener, and then reached for my seat belt. I glanced over at her and the jolt of emotion that surged through me made me freeze for just a moment. Was it too soon to tell her I loved her?
More than likely.
She lifted an eyebrow. “You okay?”
“Yeah. Of course. Ready?”
“Let’s do it.” She grinned.
It wasn’t long before we were on the GW Parkway, driving along the Potomac on our way into the city. It was a sunny and clear fall afternoon, and I got to spend it with Megan.
If life could get better, I wasn’t sure how.
* * *
I’d riddenalong on the high from my Sunday afternoon with Megan all week. Nothing at work had been able to get to me—even though there had been some hiccups that would probably have frustrated me in the past. I’d gotten them smoothed over. Everything was on track with the gala. The invitations were in house from the printer and looked great. Even Mr. Ballentine had remarked that they looked good.
I should probably bring them home so I could stuff, label, and stamp them while I watched TV in the evening. There were a couple of weeks yet before they needed to get in the mail, but given how everything else with my regular job duties was going, I wasn’t going to be able to devote a day—or two—to doing it like I had with the save-the-date cards.
Bleh.
Maybe I could talk the guys into trading out a poker night to help.
I laughed. Given Noah’s response when I’d half-joked that he was going to have to help me, I didn’t see that going over super well.
So. Lugging them home and doing it during TV time it was. Would Megan want to help? I’d ask.
I’d been spending more time at the bookstore in the evenings than in front of the TV lately anyway. So far, no one had dropped by and noticed, but I didn’t think we could keep that going too much longer.
The question, of course, was when and how we broke the news.
I sighed and looked around the basement room in my townhouse. I’d set it up for poker nights and left it. Scott and Whitney were still out of town, so I was doing a lot of the hosting. I didn’t mind. I actually kind of enjoyed it. I had more space than Tristan. Wes’s place was always a wreck. The guy was a slob. Noah hadn’t settled on something yet. And Austin and Kayla were in a one-bedroom apartment.
