Page 145 of Bleacher Report
Then slowly, her eyes drift back to me.
"I won’t be leaving Seattle any time soon," she says, voice thick with emotion. "This is home."
I kiss the top of her head.
Rebecca smiles. “You’ll be receiving the contract by tomorrow morning for you to look over. Of course, I hope you agree to this offer, but I know that you’ve been getting deals since my old network signed the other podcaster—and I know I’m not the only contract on the table."
“Nothing felt like the right fit. And having full control of my voice is what I think my father wanted most.”
“That’s what I’m offering, but take your time and think it over. I hope you pick me… I think we can do some great things together.”
Peyton nods. “Thank you for coming. I’ll look over the contract tomorrow.”
Rebecca glances at me and then back to Peyton. “Oh, trust me. I wouldn't have missed this. After all, with all the pressure I put on you, I like to think I had a little to do with this,” she smiles and then heads back toward the exit.
And I suppose she’s right.
It turns out that Rebecca, the Hawkeyes, New Jersey, Ma, and even Bethany, all played their roles perfectly. How else could the woman who hated me have come to fake date me long enough for us both to see we have a whole life together ahead of us?
And marrying her? That’s going to be the easiest win of my life.
