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Whatever. They hadn’t asked and, as a result, I was still working to pay my bills. It was fine. I pushed the thoughts away and tapped in the message for the cards. “Double-check this, will you?”
Cody took my phone and read the screen. “We don’t put RSVP info on these, right?”
“The Internet says no.” I shrugged. I’d been a little surprised by that as well, but the explanations made sense.
“Then that looks great. We need probably close to a thousand.”
“Okay.” I took my phone back, added them to the cart, and adjusted the quantity. “Rush shipping?”
“Yeah. Please. Fastest possible.”
I considered the options and added on rush printing as well. “Where do you want them shipped?”
“I guess to my house? I can just take them into work with me when they show up and that way if they need to be delivered on a weekend they don’t get lost in the building’s mailroom.”
“Smart.” I started to type then paused. “I don’t actually know your new address.”
“Oh. Yeah. Have you even been by?”
I handed him my phone so he could put the info in, and shook my head. “No. You keep having get-togethers when the store is open. It’s okay. This is the peril of retail.”
“Sorry.” He frowned. “I’ll plan something for a Sunday. You busy tomorrow night? The weather’s still nice. I could fire up the grill.”
Was he inviting me or the whole gang? Probably the group. Had to be. Not that Cody and I couldn’t spend time together without everyone else around—this morning was a case in point. But why would we? I could admit I wanted to see his place. I’d walked past several times when I’d gone out in the evening to stretch my legs or just get out of my own townhouse. It was too quiet, too empty now that Austin and Kayla were married and living in her apartment. “I’m always up for a cookout.”
“Great. I’ll let the guys know. Think you could whip up that apple cake your grandma used to make?”
I grinned, even as subtle disappointment worked its fingers into my heart. Grandma’s apple walnut cake was always a winner. “Sure. I can do that.”
He flashed a smile at me before digging his wallet out of his front pocket. My eyes were close to bugging out when I realized the card he withdrew was a black American Express.
“What?”
My face heated. “Nothing. I’ve just never seen one of those in person before.”
“One of…oh. Yeah.” He hunched his shoulders. “It’s kind of nice not to have to worry about limits.”
“Sure.” It was banal, but what was a better response?
He finished putting in the card information and hit Submit before handing me back my phone. “Thanks, Megan. I don’t think I could have made this much progress without you.”
I hadn’t really done anything, but I also understood that sometimes it was nice to just have someone to bounce ideas off of. “Sure thing. What’s next? Catering?”
“Probably? Although I guess I want to wait and hear back from the Torpedo Factory before I start worrying about that. Some of the hotels I talked to sent over info that included their approved vendors. I don’t want to choose a caterer and then end up not being able to actually use them.”
“Smart.” I reached down for my coffee and took a long drink. I checked the time. Why was it awkward all of the sudden?
“Well.” Cody stood. “I think that’s probably everything I can do until I get the venue locked.”
I nodded and stood. “Okay. If I can help more, let me know. I have a lot of time, like I said.”
Cody cocked his head to the side. “Is the bookstore having trouble?”
“What? Oh. No.” Not really. Probably. But it was my problem. Not Cody’s. Definitely not Austin’s. I didn’t need a billionaire big brother—or honorary big brother—bailing me out.
“You sure?” His gaze seemed to see into me.
I forced a smile I hoped was bright and breezy. “Of course I am. But I like to help, you know that.”
