Page 35 of The Plus One Professional
I glanced down and watched her write her name and cell phone number on the receipt.
“So, think about it, and let me know. Take all the time you need.” She waved her hand and spun around but then turned back. “Well, not all the time. The wedding is in ten days, so I’ll need to know by?—”
“Yes,” I said cutting her off, even though I would gladly stand there and listen to her talk for hours, days, hell, for the rest of my life. I’d never found anyone so fucking entertaining. She was the cutest thing I’d ever seen.
“Yes?” she repeated. “As in yes, you’ll think about it, or yes, you’ll let me know by?—”
“Yes, I’ll go with you.”
Her mouth dropped open.
Was she really that shocked?
“Youwill?”
“Yes.”
“Okay, um, for just the wedding, or would you want to go up with me on the Thurs?—”
“You said it’s in Napa?”
“Yeah.”
“We can go up together.” I hated leaving Sara and the kids, but if there was an emergency, I could be back here in two hours.
“Oh, okay. And do I just, um, Venmo you or…”
“We can work out the details later.” I didn’t want to take money from her. There was no way I was going to take her money.
“Oh, okay, and the NDA, do I sign that now or just?—”
“Don’t worry about it. Just text me your address and what time you need me to pick you up.”
“Oh, I can drive?—”
“I’ll drive.”
Her nose scrunched. “Are you sure?”
Shit.What if I had to go back for an emergency? “Um, actually, we might have to take two cars.”
I could see the disappointment in her eyes that we wouldn’t be driving together, which made me want to do a backflip with excitement. “Oh, okay.”
“It’s just, my nephew is still not feeling well, and if there’s an emergenc?—”
“Oh, well, my sisters are coming up too, so if you did have to leave, I would just ride home with them.”
“Good. Then text me your address and what time to pick you up.”
She was nodding her head, but no words were coming out. Finally, she said, “Okay, okay, okay, yeah. So that’s…this, this is happening. It’s happening.”
I was fairly sure that she was just vocalizing her internal dialogue, and again, I found it fucking adorable.
“Okay. Good. Good.” She started to reach out to hug me, but stopped herself and offered me her hand, and I shook it. “Okay, thanks. That’s good. This is good. Um, yeah, good. I’ll text you.”
“Soundsgood,” I teased her, but she either didn’t think it was funny or didn’t notice.
As I watched her walk down the street to her car, one of the many questions that had crowded my mind for months came to the surface.
