do.” Lauren smiled. “Drew, I know you’ve worked hard on these dolls. It’s just—” “Just what?” He turned, his gaze challenging her to finish her sentence. “The research never indicated they would sell well. I told you and Luke from the beginning that boys just weren’t interested. There were too many gaming systems saturating the market this year vying for their attention.” “I know.” He flashed one of his signature smiles that always made her melt. “I used to think soul mates was just a term invented for Valentine’s Day and romance novels, but I really believed in the concept for these dolls. I guess I was wrong.” He tapped on the passenger window. “Hey, do you mind stopping at the next rest stop? I’m kind of thirsty.” “Sure.” A mile down the highway, Lauren turned off and pulled into a service station. She bit her lip as she watched Drew head into the convenient store. His attachment to the dolls and his disappointment in their selling had surprised her. The old Drew—the one she thought she knew even better than herself—would have moved on to the next big idea without batting an eye. There was something about the concept of soul mates that had her ex fighting for this toy. A knot began to form in her stomach. Was Olivia the reason for igniting his newfound belief in happily ever afters?
CHAPTER SIX Drew tapped his fingers on the stirring wheel and glanced over at Lauren. He’d taken over for the remainder of their trip while she confirmed appointments with Miles. Before Miles had so conveniently interrupted—which he seemed to have a knack for doing—Drew and Lauren had brainstormed a bit on how to move the sales needle on the dolls. None of the ideas they came up with was particularly good, but hearing Lauren attempt to find a solution helped to soothe his growing anxiety. Maybe he wasn’t climbing this uphill battle alone. He smiled, thinking about all the dolls he’d given out yesterday. Luke hadn’t called yet to chew him out. He had to know about it by now. Drew didn’t regret for a second what he’d done because he needed to get those male dolls into consumer hands. If he needed to pretend he was the CEO to do it, so be it. It was killing him not to check the Happily Ever After website for any activity. He promised himself he’d wait until they got to Vermont. Give it over twenty-four hours for kids to play with the dolls and go online with their parents to find their dolls’ soul mates. “Got it. Talk to you tomorrow.” Lauren tapped off her phone and tilted her head back, massaging the base of her neck with her fingers. “Okay, Miles is working on confirming all of our appointments for this week. We’re sampling wedding cakes tomorrow. That’s as far as he got. We’ll know more in the morning.” “I still can’t believe my brother is making us do this. It’s not like we asked him to lift a finger for our wedding.” She blinked and turned her head toward the passenger window. Good going, Drew. He mentally slapped himself alongside his head. He didn’t mean to bring up their aborted wedding, although he was also pretty sure it would be inevitable. “I’m sorry. I just meant that—” “No. You’re right.” Lauren cut him off. “It’s weird that he picked us to plan it.” She looked down at her hands, saying softly, “What do we know about pulling off a wedding?” “Our day was beautiful.” She cocked an eyebrow. “Remember, I was there for part of it.” “Oh, that’s right. Saving Luke from making a big mistake while I was in my bikini sipping margaritas with Kate poolside, playing fairy godmother, and convincing her of our plan.” The thought of Lauren lying on a lounge chair wearing one of his favorite bikinis made his groin tight. He bet it was the string lavender one that he’d enjoyed peeling off of her on more than one occasion. Her body was definitely not that of a fairy godmother’s. He sat up and cracked