Iris turns toward me. “Ready?”
“Ready.”
I get up and move to her. We lock up my office and stop in hers so she can grab her bag and do the same.
“Hey, I have an idea.”
“Do tell,” Iris says as we step into the elevator.
“What do you think about making a quick trip to Boston? I think there are some people there who would love to see us.”
Iris hums and taps her lower lip with her pointer finger. “Depends. Will we be taking the private jet?”
“We can. Why?”
“What would you say if I told you I have this fantasy about joining the mile high club?”
I pull her into me and let her feel exactly how I feel about it. She sucks in a breath as her eyes dilate.
“Does that tell you how I feel about that?”
“I don’t know, maybe,” she sasses.
“I hope you know that just for that lip, I’m going to edge the fuck out of you,” I warn.
“Do you promise?” she says as she pulls me out of the elevator.
“You can fucking bet on it, baby.”
As I follow behind her, I can’t help but smile.
I don’t know what the future holds for us, but I know with Iris by my side, it will all work out the way it’s meant to. And personally? I’m excited to see what happens next.
Epilogue
IRIS
One year later
I smileas I head into The Williamson Hotel. It feels so good to be home.
It took us nearly the whole year to get the company moved back to Boston, but here we are. Now we get to attend all the family events, big or small.
Last week we went to Arianna’s first gymnastics class. The teacher was surprised to see so many of us there to support our little girl.
Today, we are at The Williamson Hotel for an engagement party for Brantley and Chloe.
I walk through the front door, the gift Max and I picked out in my hand. I smile at the front desk receptionist as I walk by. I haven’t met her yet, but she smiles back.
It feels unreal that I am walking through the same hotel I started working at over a decade ago. Everything feels similar,yet different. The memories this place holds for me are near and dear to my heart.
I take the elevator up to the third floor, where the party is being held. Once I step out, I can see Olivia fretting over every little thing.
“Stressing already?” I ask her.
She laughs. “Chloe and Brantley are running late. They were supposed to be here at eight, but I guess they slept in or something because they aren’t here and they aren’t answering the phone. I swear that girl lives to drive me insane.”
I laugh along with her. “What do you need help with? I will help you get everything done.”
