Page 63 of Too Enchanting

“But,” I began. “It’s totally amazing and sweet of you both to want to do this for me, and I’m completely grateful, but it doesn’t seem right for me to accept the gallery as a gift. I’d want to give you something in return. It’s just, I don’t have the kind of money right now that this place would cost…”

“We don’t want your money,” Gabe protested, but Zoey put her hand on his arm.

“What if we give you the family discount, and work out a payment plan?” she asked.

I thought about it, then looked at Gabe and narrowed my eyes.

“The family plan would have to be reasonable, you can’t sell me the property for a hundred bucks,” I told him, causing Jazzy and Zoey to laugh when he scowled.

That was totally something Gabe would try to pull.

“Deal?” Zoey asked.

“Deal,” I said with a grin.

Wow, I can’t believe it. The gallery is going to be mine.

“Yay,” Jazzy said, then looked at me with her serious face. “Now, what happened between you and Jed?”

“What do you mean?” I asked coyly, my stomach turning at the memory of the way he’d looked at me. Like I’d betrayed him.

“He disappeared after not leaving your side all night, and you were obviously upset. What happened?” she asked again.

I sighed.

“Just a misunderstanding. We’ll work it out,” I said, hoping I was right.

“Do I need to kick his ass?” Gabe offered.

“No,” I said with a small laugh. “Please don’t. We just need some time to cool off; it’ll be fine.”

“You know what you need?” Jasmine asked. “A girls trip. A day at the spa, night at a hotel, and relaxing by the pool. You’ve been working like a crazy person, and now that the gallery is open, and your show is over, you need to take a break.”

“I volunteer as tribute,” Zoey said.

“I don’t know,” I began, thinking of all the things there still was to do.

“You deserve it,” Jasmine said, putting her hands together in prayer. “We all do. Let’s get away from work, men, and babies, and enjoy each other. It’ll give you the space you need to figure things out, and Jed a chance to get his head out of his ass and miss you.”

I looked at both women and laughed at their matching pouty expressions.

“Okay,” I agreed. “Let’s do it.”

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