Jane: so relaxing. I’ve already broken up two fights
Reid: still not your battles to be fighting
Jane: I’m just feeling feisty today
Reid: well, save the feistiness for someone your own caliber of fighting
Jane: do you mean you? Because we both know I never lose a battle with you
Reid: who says I don’t let you win?
Jane: yeah right. Why would you let me win?
Reid: to give you false confidence so you’ll keep bickering with me
Reid: because it makes my day when you bicker with me
Reid: and because it makes my day when you get that little victorious smile on your face when you think you’ve won
Jane: oh
Jane: well now I demand that you don’t let me win
Jane: I want a fair fight
Reid: As you wish, my Jane
“Who has you smiling like that?”
I jump, stifling a startled shriek so I don’t disturb the rest of the people with their heads tipped back and eyes shut actually enjoying the spa. Elise smiles slightly as she settles into the faux-leather chair beside me.
“You snuck up on me,” I say quietly.
“The goal is typically to be moderately quiet in a spa.”
“Notthatquiet.” I press my hand to my chest, my heart racing from both Elise startling me and Reid’s last text replaying in my mind.
As you wish, my Jane.
“So?” Elise pries. “The smile? Is it on account of a certain handsome chef who looks at you like you hung the moon and the stars?”
“He does?” I blurt out, embarrassed at how giddy my voice sounded. Elise smirks. I clear my throat. “I mean, yeah he does. I’m a delight.”
Elise chuckles softly, tipping her own head back against the chair and shutting her eyes. “He’s completely enamored with you. Even Charlie says so.”
“Well, if Charlie says so it simply must be true.”
“I know you’re teasing, but he’s never once commented on anyone else’s love life, and we’re in Italy for Kate’s wedding.”
I draw in a breath, the words weighing on my mind. Then I ask, “Has he said anything about me? Reid, I mean. To Charlie. They’re kind of friends now, right?”
Her lips purse together in an amused smile. “They are.”
“So . . .” I say, waving my hands in the air in alet’s hash it outmovement.
Elise cracks an eye open and smirks at me. “He has,” she says, drawing out the words with an amusement that lets me know she’s very much enjoying toying with me about this. I never wear my heart on my sleeve like this, especially not about men. So she must really be relishing in this moment.
“Elise, I am actually begging you to tell me.”
