Page 68 of Our Broken Pieces
“That makes two of us.”
She mixes her coffee, takes a drink, and lets out a sigh. “What time are we leaving?”
“Nine.”
She glances at the clock on the stove. “Perfect. I have two hours to consume caffeine and get ready.”
“Just wear comfortable clothes this morning for the plane. We have dinner reservations tonight, but you’ll have time to get ready.”
“Where are we going again?”
“Not telling.”
“Damn, I was hoping you hadn’t had enough coffee yet.”
“Patience, princess.”
I grab my coffee cup and head upstairs to pack.
Chapter Forty-Seven
Gigi
We walked into Logan International a little after ten. I’m pulling my suitcase behind me, and I feel like I’m going to explode with excitement. A small part of me wonders if he’s going to propose this weekend. Maybe we’re going to a resort and he’ll do a beach proposal. That would be a normal couple thing and would look good for social media. I tried to con some information out of Linc as to where we were going, but he said he genuinely didn’t know. Liar.
Marcus guides me to a kiosk to check in for our flight. He pulls out his wallet for his license and brings up the airline’s app on his phone. I stand staring at the screen as he punches in our confirmation number, dying with anticipation to see what popsup on the screen. A rotating circle goes on for what seems like forever until our flight pops up.
“We’re going to Orlando?”
He pauses, tapping information on the screen and looks at me with warm eyes. “We are.”
“Why Orlando?”
“That’s where Disney World is.”
Tears gather in my eyes. “Are you for real right now?”
“Is that okay?”
I feel a drop run down my cheek. “I’ve never been to Disney World.”
He runs his thumb across my cheek, wiping away the tears. “I know.”
I think back through conversations, or times when I would’ve spoken about it. He’s seen me watch princess movies time and time again. But I’m trying to recollect when I had mentioned I wanted to see Disney World. When it hits me, disbelief washes over me. He really remembered?
Two years ago
Marcus asked if I wanted to grab some food and watch the game at a sports bar down the street from my place. We haven’t hung out just the two of us before, but he seems alright. Yeah, the group calls him grumpy, but usually grumpy people are just misunderstood.
I walk in to see him sitting at the bar, an empty chair beside him with a menu and an Old Fashioned already waiting for me.
“Hey, Marcus.”
He turns, gives me a tight smile, then pulls out the chair for me. “Hey, Gigi. Hope you don’t mind, but I already ordered drinks. It will get busy in this place once the game starts.”
“No, that’s great. I’ll look at the menu so we can get our food order in.”
We ordered food, then watched the pre-game show. We talk about the Red Sox. Once the game starts, we focus on the TVs around the bar and the conversation slips away. He doesn’t talk much, and I’m an over-sharer, so this might be a painful evening. I’ll probably end up talking his ear off and he’ll never want to hang out solo with me again.
