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“I would like to invest,” he says, folding his arms to brook no argument. “And I guarantee Houston would as well.”
“Bradley Properties will contract with your company for any and all future events,” Grant throws in. “And if it’s worth anything, Miss Taylor, as far as Lila is concerned, I hired you yesterday to help Bradley Properties complete this event, so she can have no grounds to take legal action against you. I will send you some paperwork to make it official.”
My heart leaps in my chest. I’d been trying to find a way to ensure Lila doesn’t try to sue Micah for taking over the event as a non-employee of Ember, but I’d come up blank. Before I can tell Grant how grateful I am for his unusual thoughtfulness, someone else chimes in.
“Ever thought about doing a movie premiere, Micah?” Bonnie, who apparently has been listening as well, winces when we all look at her by the doors to the kitchen. “Sorry,” she squeaks. “I wasn’t trying to eavesdrop, but I can’t resist drama.”
“So you were trying to eavesdrop,” I clarify with a chuckle.
She shrugs. “Guilty. But seriously, Micah, if anyone knows how to throw a party, you do. I can’t remember the last time I had so much fun.”
Micah looks ready to pass out, so I slide my arm around her waist and pull her close. “I know you don’t like to ask for help,” I tell her gently, “but you’ve got it. Besides, you’re Micah Taylor. You can do anything.”
She looks up at me, and I had no idea a person could speak so much love without saying a word. I can’t help myself; despite our audience, I lean down and kiss her, doing my best to show her just how much she means to me.
“So,” I say against her mouth. “Are you ready to change the world, one party at a time?”
She pulls me back for another kiss. “If you’re with me, absolutely.”
And I am. I’m with her until the end of the world.
Chapter Thirty-One
Micah
October 31
I can’t believe I’m aboutto say this, but it needs to be said. “We’re going to be late, Fischer.” I glance at my phone, feeling antsy. Chad is back from Laketown, and I am desperate to know what happened while he was gone. I’ve texted him several times since Friday, and he seemed fine. But there’s a lot that can be hidden behind a screen.
Kind of like how Fischer is hidden in my bathroom and refusing to come out.
I tap my foot. “Seriously, what is taking you so long? Your costume is fine!”
Opening the door, he slowly emerges and gives me my first glimpse of him in the costume I picked out. It’s understated compared to my purple trapeze outfit like Zendaya wore inThe Greatest Showman, but the man knows how to rock a red coat and top hat. He might even wear it better than Zac Efron, which is saying something. Honestly, I’m amazed he agreed to wear a costume in the first place, let alone one that matches mine. But over the last week of spending every waking moment with Fischer, I have learned that he is really good at making me happy.
For someone who is generally happy already, I never would have thought I would need someone to boost me up the way he does.
“You look amazing,” I tell him, circling him to get the full effect. “I don’t know why you’re so nervous to wear this.”
Cocking his head, he reaches out and catches my hand to pull me in close. “I’m fine with the costume.” He tucks me into an embrace—no complaints from me.
“Then why—”
“I’m terrified to meet your brother.”
That’s what this is about? I try to peel myself away from his chest so I can see his face, but he holds me tight. The hug must have been a trick so he could hide from me. “You don’t have to be afraid of Chad.”
He scoffs. “The guy is a private investigator who somehow got my phone number and texted me to warn me what would happen if I did anything to hurt you.”
“I’m still mad you won’t show me that text.”
Apparently, Chad sent the text two days ago after I told him that I’m in love with Fischer. I figured I should give him the heads up before I brought Fischer to our yearly Halloween party; I didn’t want him trying to scare Fischer away. Dad already tried that a few days ago when he showed up in Sun City to talk ideas for starting an event planning business, and Fischer was absolutely amazing. If he can hold his own against my dad, Chad should be a walk in the park.
Fischer takes a deep breath, and it feels like he’s psyching himself up to get through tonight.
“Would you relax?” I tell him. “Brooklyn is bringing Jordan over for the first time, and Houston has a date as well. There will be too much going on for Chad to start interrogating you.”
There’s that growl that I love, rumbling deep in his chest and in my ear. “You’re telling me he would be interrogating me if the twins weren’t bringing dates?”
