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“Understood. Do you want to have lunch today?”
She shook her head. “I can’t today. After my meeting this morning, I’m cleaning houses the rest of the day until I get Mikayla from school.”
“Tomorrow?”
She hesitated, then nodded. “I can do tomorrow.”
“Good. I’ll text you later, and we can decide on a time and place.” I stepped closer to her and kissed her softly. “Have a good day.”
“You, too,” she breathed.
I smiled and let myself out of her apartment. Back on track.
14
Casey
I had every expectation that Gretchen would demand changes to my article about Natalie’s bachelorette party, and zero expectations that Landon would show up at my door when I didn’t text him back.
I was wrong on both counts.
Not only did Gretchen not want to change a thing in my article, she actually praised me for it, saying it was some of my best work.
She did not need to find out I was drunk for most of the party and definitely did not need to know I wrote half the article the same night, after Landon kissed me and left me wanting way more than a kiss.
I deleted those parts of the article, but when I read them the morning after, I knew I couldn’t face him again. Until he showed up at my door and made me feel like kissing him was not only not a mistake but it was a gift. The man could kiss. I thought my drunk brain was wrong when it said he was exceptional, but nope. He was exceptional.
One more thing that made me wonder why in the world Reegan let him go.
And made me jealous of whatever woman didn’t.
Too bad it couldn’t be me. But I wasn’t looking for a new husband. Or to start over as a mom. My old dreams were gone, and even Landon’s echoing of them wouldn’t get me to change my mind.
Right after Mikayla left for the bus Tuesday morning, I looked up my article, holding my breath as I read every word to make sure Gretchen didn’t change it without telling me again.
The women of MacKellar Cove know how to throw a party. This reporter was lucky enough to get an invitation to Natalie Edwards’ bachelorette party, and it is not a night I will soon forget. Friendship and love were on full display, along with a selection of carefully curated adult treats. From the cake to the decorations, there was no doubt the night was destined to be a lot of fun.
I smiled. Every word was mine, and every word was perfect. Natalie was thrilled with the article, and I couldn’t wait to get started on the next one. I wanted to capture the vibe of the reception and was showcasing the photographer, band, and DJ. They were the people who would set the tone for the reception and be the pieces Natalie and Omar would remember forever.
I was on my own to meet with the vendors. Natalie and Omar were working every day to make sure they had a full two weeks off for the wedding, and the band, DJ, and photographer had weddings booked solid over the weekend. I had a meeting scheduled with the photographer for Tuesday morning and one with the band for Wednesday, but the DJ was proving harder to connect with. I’d left him a message the week before asking to schedule a time to talk, but he never got back to me.
The phone rang twice, then a man picked up.
“This is Adam.”
“Hi, Adam. This is Casey White with the MacKellar Cove Gazette. I’ve been trying to reach you to set up a time to meet. I’m working on an article about Natalie Edwards and Omar Knight’s wedding and know you would be a great addition to it. Are you available sometime this week so we could talk?”
“No.”
“Oh. Um, okay, maybe we could speak over the phone?”
“Not happening.”
“Is there a reason you aren’t willing to speak to me?”
“I don’t know you. And I don’t owe you an explanation.”
“You don’t, but?—”
