“Probably so.” Nicholas smiled. “Things change, though.”
“I doubt they change that much…”
“Who is this lovely gentleman?” Mr. Reaves appeared, once again perfectly timed. “I haven’t had the pleasure of meeting you yet.”
“Well, you’ll be seeing me a lot more these next couple days.” Brandon shot me a dirty look. “I guarantee it…”
13
NICHOLAS
Iwas still seeing red after watching Jenna with her ex-boyfriend, and she must’ve felt the anger rolling off me, because she hadn’t spoken for miles.
You’re not his anymore. You’re mine…
“I can’t wait until we get to your mom’s place,” Jenna finally spoke when we were halfway there. “I hope she’s being a bit more normal and not as out of touch as you for the holiday season.”
“I can’t believe you think I’m out of touch, sweetheart.”
“Oh.Sweetheart.” She tossed the word back at me. “You’re joking, right?”
“I think you’re a bit out of touch,” Mr. Reaves chimed in from the backseat. “I mean, your driver has a driver, and you tipped the guy who pumped gas a hundred dollars. That’s a bit out of touch.”
“Thank you so much, Mr. Reaves.”
“You’re welcome. That’s what I’m here for, right?”
I held back my umpteenth eye roll. This man had no idea how to read the room.
“So, Mrs. Saint-to-be,” he said. “While he’s driving, would you mind telling me your top five favorite things about your husband? Things that I can’t possibly glean from any of his interviews or magazines?”
“He makes up most of the stuff in his interviews anyway,” she said. “It’s all prepackaged for his image.”
I shot her a glare, and she shot one right back.
“Is that true, Mr. Saint?”
“You’re supposed to be asking my wife questions at this moment.” I switched lanes. “I’ll correct any issues if there are any.”
“Fair enough.” He cleared his throat. “So, Mrs. Saint—five things you love about him?”
“He knows all of his employees by name,” she said. “And I find it endearing that he greets everyone by name whenever he sees them in the hallway.”
“That’s going to have to count as just one…”
“Two,” she said. “He swears up and down that his favorite food is fettuccine Alfredo because that’s his chef’s favorite thing to cook, but it’s actually not. It’s a basic cheeseburger, but he won’t admit it because he doesn’t want to hurt his chef’s feelings.”
I looked over at her, stunned that she knew. That she noticed…
“For three, he pretends like he doesn’t remember my birthday, but it’s always marked as a vacation on every work schedule, and he makes sure my team is off that weekend, too.”
I don’t do that for anyone else on my staff except you…
“Four is—” She hesitated for a second as we approached a stoplight, and her eyes briefly met mine. “I like the way that he sometimes handles things that are bothering me without even mentioning that he was definitely behind them.”
“And five?”
“He has a thing for decorating our office for the holidays,” she said. “It’s nice.”
