Page 45 of Jacob

I try reassuring him he’s right. “Kids. Marriage. Sounds nice. I don’t ever want a big, flashy wedding. Just a little one.”

“In a castle.”

I roll my eyes. “In a castle,” I confirm. I’m such a geek and so predictable. “And I don’t want to wear a dress.”

“Figures. Nothing you do is standard.”

White meringue dresses, giddy bridesmaids, and the pomp and circumstance are a real turn-off for me. I don’t need a huge congregation of witnesses to watch me declare my undying love for someone.

It sounds horrid, and a lot of wasted money.

A smile curves my lips, a small chuckle escaping my throat.

“What are you laughing at?” He tilts his chin up.

I reply, “Owen’s parents would never approve of my style had I married him. How would a white and sky-blue dip-dyed pantsuit go down?”

“Sounds perfect to me. You’d look beautiful in anything.” His grin is playful. “What the fuck is happening between us?”

“I don’t know, but I could get used to this.”

“But what if?”

“Shh,” I stop him. “Speak to him.” I don’t want to say Owen’s name out loud.

His expression grows serious now. “I can’t reach him. He’s not replied to my request to meet up.”

“Keep trying.”

My screen goes black. “Oh, you’ve disappeared.”

“Sorry, Linc is calling me.”

“Answer it.”

“I’ll call you back.”

“It’s fine. I’ll see you tomorrow at work.”

“That feels too long,” he groans. “If only things were different.”

My thoughts filter back to the day we met. “Everything happens for a reason, Jay.”

“You’re the reason I get up every day.”

“And you’re the reason I’ve started to feel like true love exists.” I’ve never felt this way before. “I don’t know if it’s too quick or too soon. But I feel it.”

“Hold on to that feeling. I want to show you how true that is.”

He’s such a sweetheart. “Night, Jay.”

“Sweet dreams, Butterfly.”

He hangs up our call and I roll onto my back. My heart feels like it’s drifting along like a cloud on the wind.

A knock on my door halts my thoughts. Sitting upright, I move my feet to the floor and pull myself to my feet. “Come in.”

Kimmy turns the door handle and sticks her head around the door. “Hey, gorgeous.” The warmth of her smile forces me to smile back.

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