Page 47 of Tormented Billionaire Romance Series

And he'll likely look hot as hell.

I crossed my arms to hide my thoughts.

She scowled. “He has some nerve coming back around here with the way he treated you. Returning to Oklahoma was his biggest mistake aside from choosing his job over you.”

“Right? I can't believe he came back. I mean, I get it—it's his sister's wedding. She probably had to beg him just to catch the next flight.”

“Well, by the way he treated you, I can't imagine he treats his family any better.”

“He's predictable. He'll routinely choose his job instead of the other responsibilities in his life. It's a wonder he even has any friends left.”

I grabbed a handful of streamers from a nearby table and unraveled them to start hanging them up. I focused on my task, trying hard not to picture Levon, but it was proving to be too much of a challenge. It was easy to picture him. In fact, it was easier than any other time.

Because now I had a fresh image.

“You sure you want these streamers?” I asked Marilyn. “It feels like the cheapest thing in the world to be decorating with.”

“They remind me of simpler times. Besides, I didn't have the biggest budget to work with.”

“You know I'll always work around your budget.”

She chuckled. “I know, but I wouldn't want you taking a pay cut. I love the streamers. Do you need help?”

“No way. You let me do this while you relax. You need to start learning how to do that, right?”

She laughed. “I suppose I do. How are you doing? Are you okay?”

“Of course, I'm okay.”

“I would imagine Levon returning would make things difficult, however brief his stay might end up being.”

I snorted. “I'm sure he'll take off right after the wedding.”

“But you're holding up okay?”

“Of course! Life gets crazy sometimes. It's nothing to lose my head over.”

She chuckled knowingly. “Well, it isyouwe're talking about.”

“Hey, I take personal offense to that.”

“I'm just stating facts. Since I've known you longer than most folks, I know you have a tendency of getting into your head.”

I frowned, hiding the expression from Marilyn. “I hate that you're right.”

“Do you want to unload some of those thoughts?”

“Nah, I think I'll save them for my journal later on.”

She giggled. “Alright, well, you always have my number.”

I turned to smile at her. That expression I didn't mind her seeing. “Thanks, Marilyn. I appreciate that. So, how are we looking with these streamers?”

“I trust you to put them wherever they will look best.”

“I could always use a second opinion.”

She sat up straighter in her chair. “In that case, how about a little higher up? You don't want Riley to get his toupee stuck on one of those things.”

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