He says it so matter-of-fact. Like we aren’t talking about my future.
“I have to try.” My fingers tighten around my coffee mug. “I love her.”
Just saying the words aloud solidifies my conviction. I don’t know how I’m going to do it, but I’m going to make this right.
My brothers exchange knowing smiles and then Miles claps me on the back. “It’s about time you got your head out of your ass. Scarlett’s the best thing that’s ever happened to you.”
Don’t I know it.
Beck drains his mug and sets it on the counter. “What’s the plan?”
Good fucking question.
“I’m still working on it.”
He nods, all in despite the notable lack of details. “How can we help?”
My gaze drifts to the stack of pictures on the counter and I hold one up as an idea begins to form. “I assume you have digital copies of these?”
Beck snickers. “Every. Single. One.”
“Good. We’re going to need them.” My palms grow clammy, but for the first time since my fight with Scarlett, my old confidence is back. I can do this. With Beck and Miles at my side, I can make this right and convince Scarlett to give me another chance. “Here’s what we’re going to do.”
Chapter Forty-One
Scarlett
Happy Valentine’s Day indeed.I’ve been running nonstop and haven’t had a single break all day. Whose bright idea was it to hold a social on the same day as the Epos launch, anyway?
Oh, right. Mine.
At least you haven’t run into Nick.
I can’t decide if that’s a blessing or a curse. Granted, I was careful to avoid the executive suite, texting Miles to let him know I’d need the entire morning to manage preparations for the social. And I have no illusions about Nick coming down and offering his services, not with Epos going live.
He’s probably locked in his office, monitoring the launch in real time.
It’s just as well. Despite all the careful planning, it’s been bananas with vendors coming and going, carts of tables, linens, and decor added to the usual bustling atmosphere of the main lobby. Frankly, I’m not sure Nick could handle the chaos.
On the bright side, the atrium looks incredible. Pride fills my chest as I turn a slow circle, surveying my work. The atmosphere is even more festive than I could have imagined.
If things don’t work out in I/O, I just might have a future in event planning.
A heart-shaped balloon arch has been installed over the main entrance and red, white, and pink balloon garlands decorate the railings of the main staircase. High-top tables have been set up around the perimeter on both levels, giving associates a place to gather and talk as they enjoy the buffet, which is piled high with hors d’oeuvres and sweet treats from local artisans. The rental company is putting the finishing touches on the photo booth, setting up a live feed to project the pictures on screens that bookend the stage. The band, which is front and center, appears to be preparing for a sound check.
That Nick and I pulled this event together in just four weeks is mind-boggling.
We make a good team.
My heart squeezes at the realization. At the memory of late nights in the executive conference room, and even later nights at his condo.
Do you really want to go there right now?
No, I really don’t. Pushing all thoughts of Nick from my mind, I check the time. People will start arriving any minute. Before they do, I should touch base with the caterer. I want everything to be perfect.
Where have I heard that before?
Okay. So maybe Nick has rubbed off on me a little. As long as I don’t go overboard, it’ll be fine.
