“It’s two days fresh.” He says, and I pull back and gasp. He laughs, God, he laughs so hard, and it’s …. Everything. “Gotcha, Sassy pants.”
After reading the text,
Claudia:
Hit the Holiday Markets right after Deacon gets done with practice?
Me:
Of course! So excited! I’ll grab Paul!
I show Paul the phone, and he chuckles.
“What?”
“I’ve been in a few of these group chats; you may have gone heavy on the excitement.”
A message pops up.
Claudia:
I can’t tell if you are being serious or sarcastic.
“Told you.” He chuckles.
Me:
Serious. Very Serious. I’d also love to watch Savannah tonight when you do the date with your man. The girls can handle the photos; make sure they do some shots from outside and you two sit at a front window. Paul can supervise me.
Me:
Not you, I’ll make sure. Me. Of course I will text them. You don’t worry about anything, just have fun!
Paul laughs.
“What?” I ask.
My phone rings, and Claudia’s name pops up. “That.” He winks.
I answer, “Hey.”
“Are you okay?”
“Me?” I force a laugh, and Paul palms his face. “It’s the holidays. I just really love them.”
“You sure? Because if this is too much?—”
“I assure you, it’s not. It’s Sunday, and I slept in. I’m not stepping foot in the office today. You tell me what time, and I will be there with bells on.”
She laughs, “Okay then.”
“Love you,” I say, and Paul’s shoulders bounce in silent laughter. She says nothing. “Too much?”
“Of course not. You know I love you, too.”
“Okay, bye.” I hang up the phone before I can do any more damage.
Paul takes my phone and sets it on the brown paper covering the island. “This is a lot for you, but until we can confirm, let’s not burden her.”
