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Authors: Maggie Way
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be a very good wedding planner if I didn’t believe in true love. Everyone is supposed to have that one person they’re destined to be with, you cross paths with them for a reason. It’s fate.”
He seems displeased with my response. “I suppose it’s endearing that you can still believe in love. I can respect your ideology.”
He said it so callously, I have to press my lips together from debating this. Respect my ideology, what the hell does that mean?
“So, what are you going to do with yourself now?” he asks gently.
“Do what I do best, plan weddings. Other than my own,” I giggle, my attempt at a terrible joke.
“Already? You should take some time out for yourself. Chill out,” he says it like an order, not a suggestion. He reclines in the padded chair, his eyes lingering on my tired ones across the large wooden table.
“And what would I do? To chill out, as you suggest?”
“Go to a beach.”
“I only burn and crisp in the sun. I’ve come to accept that I will always look like a vampire.”
“Go to the snow, go skiing.”
“I can’t carry those skis, they’re so heavy!” I rib, having fun with this.
A frustrated sigh leaves his mouth. “Go shopping then, isn’t that what girls do?”
“And what, walk around buying useless crap I don’t need?”
“I forgot how lame you were,” he mutters under his breath.
“ What did you say?” I narrow my eyes at him.
His lips twitch up in a half smile. “I said you’re lame. Happy?” he says louder, deliberately.
I cross my arms “After all this time, how can you be still so…annoying!!” I raise my voice slightly, rolling my eyes. Tristan sits there with an amused expression on his face but remains as cool as a cucumber.
“I bet you missed me, huh?” He’s laughing at me again, that bastard. How is it possible that he can rile me with just a few words, when nothing ever fazes him? He’s still that carefree clown who played really bad guitar with Hansley all those years ago.
I take my last sip of juice and scan the clock. 10am . Crap. I would be doing my hair and makeup right now, not sitting here having breakfast with the last person I ever thought I would have breakfast with. Not to mention I haven’t checked my phone since last night. God knows how many missed calls and messages I may have.
“I should probably go. Thanks so much for letting me stay. I owe you one.” “What’s the rush? I thought we were having a good time. Stay.”
He tilts his head to one side, running his index finger across his lower lip… oh my . He wants me to stay. Why does the idea make me giddy? “I haven’t checked my phone, so many emails to read.”
“Oh, the horror of it all!” he says mockingly. “Come on, you’re hung over. I think the last thing you should be doing right now is thinking about that.”
Not to mention it was supposed to be my wedding day, which I had temporarily blocked out of my mind. “I can’t trouble you more than I have.”
“Usually, I’m the one asking the woman to leave,” he says, an amused smirk on his face.
I scoff loudly. “What a charmer you are.”
In a hurry to leave, I stand up and pick up my plate and stroll over to the kitchen to place it in the sink. I better get back to Gabe’s. He’s probably wondering where I am, and where his car is.
Suddenly the chair squeaks loudly against the timber floor. I can hear him tread loudly towards me. “Believe it or not, I’m actually having a good time with you.”
“Surely you have things to do—”
“I have a business proposition for you,” he says, completely serious. “You said you owed me, didn’t you?”
My ears perk up.
Maybe I can stay here a bit longer after all.
CHAPTER EIGHT
“Business proposition?” I place the dishes in the rack and turn around, backing up against the sink. He strolls towards the kitchen with his plate, with total relaxed swagger. He’s really confident, I’ll give him that.
“Aha, I knew
He seems displeased with my response. “I suppose it’s endearing that you can still believe in love. I can respect your ideology.”
He said it so callously, I have to press my lips together from debating this. Respect my ideology, what the hell does that mean?
“So, what are you going to do with yourself now?” he asks gently.
“Do what I do best, plan weddings. Other than my own,” I giggle, my attempt at a terrible joke.
“Already? You should take some time out for yourself. Chill out,” he says it like an order, not a suggestion. He reclines in the padded chair, his eyes lingering on my tired ones across the large wooden table.
“And what would I do? To chill out, as you suggest?”
“Go to a beach.”
“I only burn and crisp in the sun. I’ve come to accept that I will always look like a vampire.”
“Go to the snow, go skiing.”
“I can’t carry those skis, they’re so heavy!” I rib, having fun with this.
A frustrated sigh leaves his mouth. “Go shopping then, isn’t that what girls do?”
“And what, walk around buying useless crap I don’t need?”
“I forgot how lame you were,” he mutters under his breath.
“ What did you say?” I narrow my eyes at him.
His lips twitch up in a half smile. “I said you’re lame. Happy?” he says louder, deliberately.
I cross my arms “After all this time, how can you be still so…annoying!!” I raise my voice slightly, rolling my eyes. Tristan sits there with an amused expression on his face but remains as cool as a cucumber.
“I bet you missed me, huh?” He’s laughing at me again, that bastard. How is it possible that he can rile me with just a few words, when nothing ever fazes him? He’s still that carefree clown who played really bad guitar with Hansley all those years ago.
I take my last sip of juice and scan the clock. 10am . Crap. I would be doing my hair and makeup right now, not sitting here having breakfast with the last person I ever thought I would have breakfast with. Not to mention I haven’t checked my phone since last night. God knows how many missed calls and messages I may have.
“I should probably go. Thanks so much for letting me stay. I owe you one.” “What’s the rush? I thought we were having a good time. Stay.”
He tilts his head to one side, running his index finger across his lower lip… oh my . He wants me to stay. Why does the idea make me giddy? “I haven’t checked my phone, so many emails to read.”
“Oh, the horror of it all!” he says mockingly. “Come on, you’re hung over. I think the last thing you should be doing right now is thinking about that.”
Not to mention it was supposed to be my wedding day, which I had temporarily blocked out of my mind. “I can’t trouble you more than I have.”
“Usually, I’m the one asking the woman to leave,” he says, an amused smirk on his face.
I scoff loudly. “What a charmer you are.”
In a hurry to leave, I stand up and pick up my plate and stroll over to the kitchen to place it in the sink. I better get back to Gabe’s. He’s probably wondering where I am, and where his car is.
Suddenly the chair squeaks loudly against the timber floor. I can hear him tread loudly towards me. “Believe it or not, I’m actually having a good time with you.”
“Surely you have things to do—”
“I have a business proposition for you,” he says, completely serious. “You said you owed me, didn’t you?”
My ears perk up.
Maybe I can stay here a bit longer after all.
CHAPTER EIGHT
“Business proposition?” I place the dishes in the rack and turn around, backing up against the sink. He strolls towards the kitchen with his plate, with total relaxed swagger. He’s really confident, I’ll give him that.
“Aha, I knew
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