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I wait in the lobby for Alysanne, excited by new possibilities.
As soon as the elevator door opens, she comes rushing out, flying into my arms.
I lift and twirl her around, relishing the feeling of contentness blooming inside my soul.
“I can’t believe what you did!” Alysanne says excitedly.
I set her down, unable to stop myself from kissing her full on the mouth as security watches.
When we finally break, I say, “So, think your father might be interested in hiring me? I’ll scrub toilets if it means I get to work near you.”
“My father has already agreed to hire you, but…you won’t be working with me.”
My brow furrows, hoping that he hasn’t decided to move me to some remote hub in Alaska to distance me from his daughter.
“I’m taking a job with Empire Explorations!”
My jaw gapes open. “That’s…that’s amazing!”
“And to celebrate, I was hoping we could go out on our first official date.”
“I’d love to, but we need to make it quick, before my father cuts off my credit cards.”
We link hands, her touch causing my heart to quicken.
I don’t know what the future holds for us, or even if we have one together, but any amount of risk taken for Alysanne Bastion is completely worth it.
My phone buzzes with a text from my father.
Father:Ratings went through the room. Get Alysanne over here for dinner ASAP.
“My father wants to host you for dinner.”
“I guess we probably should, but does it have to be now?” she says.
I scoff. “Hell, no. I’m going to make his sweat a bit.
A moment later, my phone buzzes again with a text from my sister.
Olivia:You little Punk! How dare you think you can weasel your way ahead of me with your PR bullshit.
“You know, on second thought, there are some advantages to eating with the fam. Most notably, pissing my sister right the hell off.”
“Count me in!”
Alysanne - Three Years Later
“It’s not goingto fit, is it?”Rachel sobs.
“Ummm…we may have to go with plan b,” I say gently.
“Isn’t it a little late for that?” Olivia japes. “She’s already six months in.”
I glare at Chadwick’s sister. “The dress, not the morning after pill.”
As insensitive as the comment was, Rachel starts giggling, and even I find it hard to stifle my laughter.
“I promise you, Slate isn’t going to care what you wear as long as it’s you that’s meeting him at the altar.”
