Page 74 of Six Month Wife
“It is,” Adair says, her smile faltering for a moment.
I jump in, sensing her hesitation. “Adair’s passion for her wellness journey is one of the things I admire most about her. She’s incredibly dedicated and always exploring new ways to bring innovative ideas to the market.”
Holy hell, am I a marketing consultant or her husband? Where did that come from?
Paul nods, jotting something down. “That’s wonderful to hear. I’m curious about how the two of you met. A good love story always tells you a lot about a couple.”
Adair flashes him a smile, hands folded neatly in her lap like she’s done this a hundred times. “We met in Miami. A little over a year ago.”
Paul, the estate attorney, looks up from his notes. “Ah. Work trip for both of you, right?”
He’s done his homework.
“Yep,” I say. “We were both there for different things. Total chance encounter. I was living in New Orleans at the time, and you hadn’t officially moved here, yet, either, had you?” I ask Adair.
She nods, picking it up smoothly.
“I hadn’t. I was working for an entrepreneur, and she had me traveling to different sites she was considering doing business in. We ended up at the same club. Loud music, overpriced cocktails, questionable lighting. One of those nights.”
We both giggle like love-sick puppies on cue.
“But we didn’t exchange numbers,” she adds, shrugging. “Didn’t even know each other’s last names.”
“So what brought you back together?” Paul asks, pen hovering.
Adair tilts her head. “Fate, apparently.”
I smile. “Palm Beach. We ran into each other at the hospital not too long ago. I remembered her first.”
“Because I was annoyed with him,” she says, shooting me a look. “He nearly ran me over with his cart in the ER hallway.”
“It wasn’t a cart,” I mutter. “It was a mobile ultrasound machine.”
“Same difference.”
She shoots me a side glance, the tiniest spark of irritation flashing in her eyes. “To be completely honest, I thought you were a bit arrogant,” she corrects smoothly.
“Most doctors are,” she says in a confidential tone to Paul. It’s meant to be funny, but I know she felt that way that day in the hospital. And it wasn’t in the romantic way.
I put a hand over my chest, feigning mock offense to cover my legitimate hurt feelings. “Arrogant? Really?”
Paul chuckles politely, but his gaze remains sharp. “And yet, here you are. Quite the turnaround.”
“Absolutely,” Adair says quickly, her smile wide and forced. “Once I realized it was an accident and got to know Parker, I realized he has this softer side. Beneath all the pomp and circumstance.”
I grin, trying to ease the tension. “And Adair's not as buttoned-up and biting as she seems. Once she loosens up a little, she's funny.”
Her laugh is brittle, but she rolls with it. “Guilty as charged.”
Paul chuckles under his breath. “And things picked up quickly from there?”
“Very,” I say, nodding. “Once we figured out who the other person was, it seemed inevitable.”
Adair leans in, a little more serious now. “You spend a year thinking about someone you only knew for one night,then they show up in your life again like no time passed, you’d be an idiot not to see it for what it is.”
Paul gives a slow nod, jotting something down. “Well, it sounds like you two have a solid foundation.”
I keep my expression calm, even as I track the slight pause before he speaks again.
