Page 22 of Her Inconvenient Wedding Date

“You say that like it’s a bad thing.”

I wince, not realizing how jaded I must sound. “I didn’t mean it like that. It’s just that this whole week, my mom’s been telling me that she has no idea how I managed to find a man who’s soyou xiu.”

“Your mom said that?”

I glance out my window, watching the road signs blur as we pick up speed. “Yep. She’s apparently become your number one fan. She thinks marrying you is the best thing I’ve ever done in my life.”

“Wow. That’s very kind of her to say, even if it is completely untrue. I’ll have to bring her some more dried seafood to thank her the next time we see her.”

“Please don’t,” I reply, half-jokingly. “I’ll never be able to catch up to you.”

“I’m not here to compete with you, Lil.”

“Even if you’re not, it doesn’t stop my mom from comparing me to you any chance she gets. She’ll probably end up disowning me and adopting you instead.”

“Um, is that even legal?”

“I’m sure she could find a way to make it so. Then once you’re part of the Lam Fam, you can attend all the functions and eat all the fruit she’ll cut for you. You’ll have more than enough fiber to keep your insides moving.”

He cracks a smile. “I’d be sure to sneak a plate of fruit for you, too, so you can also have fiber for your insides. But, full disclosure, there are plenty of things I’m not good at.”

“Like what?”

“Skydiving, bull riding, and doing the splits, to name a few.”

I cock my head, waiting for him to say more, but he stays silent. “Those don’t count. They’re not regular things that most everyone can do. What about something more common like drawing or painting?”

“I wouldn’t call myself a professional, but I have taken some classes before, and my artwork might have placed in some competitions.”

“Some? How many is some?”

“Two… squared,” he admits sheepishly. “But it’s more of a hobby. Something I do to unwind after a long day of writing code.”

“Right.” If only my hobbies were half as successful as Hunter’s. I stare at his profile, wondering howhe can be so handsome, kind, smart,andcreative. “So, there’s nothing you don’t do well.”

“That’s not true.” With his eyes on the road, he thinks for a moment. “I’m not very good at making friends.”

“What are you talking about? I see you chatting with people all the time. People in our department, people in other departments—everyone knows your name.”

“Yes, but the one person I’d been trying to befriend the past year only started to enjoy talking to me a week ago.”

I blink in surprise. “You’re not referring to me, are you?”

“I am.”

“I didn’t know you wanted to be my friend.”

“Why do you think I tried to talk to you every day?”

“I thought you were trying to distract me from my work, so you’d come out on top.”

He scoffs loudly. “I rest my case.”

“I had no idea. I clearly read you wrong.” The grimace on his face tugs at my heartstrings. “If it’s any consolation, you did a lot more than befriend me. We did just get married.”

“We did, didn’t we?”

“Which goes to show that youaregood at making friends.”

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