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But she wasn’t there.
My fingers frantically searching my map app, I saw that she was right where I was going to take her for supper: the famous Blue Mussel Café in Prince Edward Island.
Now what in the world was she doing there? I put a few chewable ginger gummies in my pocket in case the smell of their famous mussels and tuna made her nauseated, then walked over.
As soon as I entered the restaurant, I saw my pregnant future wife sitting at a little wooden table, her luminous eyes big and bright, as she smiled with charming delight at my business manager Ignatius.
CHAPTER 13
Luna
“Well, Ignatius,” I said pleasantly as I adjusted the neckline on my flowered dress to draw attention to my expanding breasts. “Tell me a little something about yourself.”
This was going very well. Or, it wasgoingto go very well.
Ignatius look exactly the picture of a romantic hero. Chocolate-brown hair, melting dark eyes, a dimple in each cheek. Tall, well-built, dressed in a suit.
This was the kind of man I should be with. Not men you thought were just friends with who stole your passport and imprisoned you and forced you to go on the official Anne of Green Gables tour. Seeing Green Gables had been one of my dream vacations, but I wasn’t expecting to be aprisonerfor it.
Now Ignatius,hehad all of the necessary qualifications in a suitor.
For example, the ability to get me back across the border and away from Luke O’Neill.
“How long have you been working for Luke? What was the interview process like?” I asked inanely.
“Oh, it wasn’t much of an interview. He didn’t even call my references,” Ignatius laughed handsomely, running a hand through his attractively moussed dark locks.
Wasn’t that just fucking like Luke? A sucker to the end.
Didn’t even call references?
Well, who the fuck even was this guy then? What if he was just some gym bro or dickhead friend of my brother’s that Luke, in his infinite chumpitude, had hired?
It is not my job to keep tabs on Luke O’Neill, I reminded myself fiercely.
How many times had I dragged him out of shit he was too nice to question?
“Are you looking forward to seeing Green Gables?” I asked.
“What? What’s that?” he asked.
I felt irritation sizzle over my skin. The man was literally here on Prince Edward Island and didn’t know the first thing about it. God, even Luke could recite half the movie.
“Why did you warn me about Luke?” I snapped. “Care to share any more details about that?”
Ignatius looked warily around. “I don’t—I can’t really say anything. Just—did you ever wonder why your crystal shop does so well?”
“What’s that supposed to mean?” I asked coldly, but he only turned to his menu.
“Fancy an appetizer?”
Is this why I’ve barely dated since I was a freshman in college?I wondered to myself as I gritted my teeth.Since men are so infuriating?
There was no point in pressing Ignatius until he was ready to talk, so I picked up the menu too. Maybe I could soften him up with some mussels, although frankly the thought of them was absolutely nauseating.
What in the world was wrong with me?
I usually loved seafood and thought of Luke as a friend. Now, seafood made me want to vomit and my body was responding in ways I absolutely did not want to him. It was almost like my body had a goddamn Pavlovian reaction to his. Every time he got close my nipples tightened and my pussy soaked my panties.
