Page 87 of Mr. Swoony

“Oh?” I’m not sure how to answer that statement.

“Get away from her, Tweetie. Come over to the girls’ corner.” Kyleigh waves me over.

He releases me. “We have two hours for our girl talk in the car.” He smiles at me.

I chuckle, walking over to Jade and Kyleigh, and sit on the couch across from them.

“So?” Jade asks.

Kyleigh raises her hand. “For the record, he’s my brother.”

Jade and I laugh, and I set my hand on Kyleigh’s knee. “I won’t give any details.”

Details about how her brother rocked my world last night and gave me orgasms I thought were only of the fictional variety.

“Thanks. But you’re together?” Kyleigh gives me a hopeful look. I nod, and they smile wide. “Now we have to plan some girl things.” Kyleigh claps her hands together lightly.

“If only Tweetie could settle down,” Jade says, and we all turn to look at him.

He’s chatting up some woman at the complimentary coffee bar. She’s laughing at whatever he’s saying. I’m not going to mention anything that Conor told me, although I’m sure these two know more of the story than me.

“If we wait for him…” Kyleigh doesn’t finish her sentence and shakes her head because her phone dings, and she pulls it out. She types for a moment then tucks it away, facing me again. “Well, I have some other good news.”

“What?” I lean in a little closer, excited to hear whatever she’s going to say.

“Yeah, what?” Jade asks, sounding like she doesn’t like being kept in the dark.

“I’m working with this client to design her wedding dress, and her soon-to-be husband is taking her on a European honeymoon. She’s super stressed about what to buy for it and doesn’t want to pack too much but also wants to make sure she has enough. Anyway, because she loved the dress I picked out for her body shape…” She flutters her eyelashes.

Jade and I laugh, shaking our heads.

“She asked if I was a stylist too. I told her that I only do wedding dresses, but that I have a friend who does that kind of thing.”

Jade’s forehead crinkles. “Who?”

Kyleigh points her manicured nail at me.

I rear back. “No.”

She nods. “Yes, you.”

I shake my head vehemently. “I don’t have any experience styling anyone.”

“You have your first two clients sitting right here in front of you.” Kyleigh waves her finger between her and Jade.

“She’s right. You know how many compliments I got on the dress you picked out last night?” Jade nods. “And on my Instagram, more and more people keep saying it’s the perfect color and style for me.”

“Me too. Not the Instagram thing because I don’t put Rowan on anything business-related, after…” She glances at Jade, and Jade’s lips press into a thin line. I’m clearly missing something. “But on Rowan’s picture, every person made a comment about the dress.”

“You had so much success when you were doing that blog thing, remember?” Jade asks, taking me back to before Tristan, back when I was so excited to make content.

“That wasn’t anything big.” I shoo her away, unwilling to take the compliment.

“Just give it a try. She’s super sweet. It’s her second marriage. You’ll love her. I promise.” Kyleigh pulls out her phone. “Let me tell her you said yes so I can forward your information?”

I glance at Jade and bite my lip. “I don’t know.”

“Do it, Eloise. There has to be something on that list of yours about a career.”

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