“You’re welcome.”
There was a beat of silence. Then something tugged at the back of my mind, and for a second, I was almost too shy to invite him. Whatever was happening between Alex and me was becoming a lot more confusing than I’d originally thought it would, and I didn’t do well with confusion.
At the same time, however, I already knew I wanted him there with me, and if I didn’t tell him about it, there was no way that could happen. “Actually, um, there’s something I’ve been meaning to talk to you about.”
“Oh, yeah. What’s that?”
“I was invited to a party and I was hoping you might join me. It’s not a Mandatory Marriage Event, though. It’s entirely up to you if you’d like go.”
“Oh?” His interest sharpened immediately. “What party?”
“It’s in Lake Forrest this weekend. Zara invited me. I met her at the spa the other day.”
“Zara?” he repeated. “I like her.”
I smiled, oddly wishing I had a phone cord to wrap around my finger right about now. “It’ll probably just be some art people. Designers. Social elite nonsense.”
“Sounds unbearable,” he said. “What time should I pick you up?”
I frowned. “You want to come?”
“You’re mywife, Jane,” he said patiently. “If you want to go to a party, we go to the party.”
“Yeah, sure, but?—”
“You said it was this weekend?”
“Yes.”
“Then I’ll pick you up tomorrow,” he said without hesitation. “At your office after work. We’ll head out from there and make it a weekend thing.”
My heart started thudding against my ribs again, so loud I barely heard my own voice when I spoke again. “A weekend thing?”
“Yes.”
“We have work.”
“Both companies will survive without us for one weekend. I don’t know if you’ve heard this, but there’s a rumor going around that those are supposed to be for resting.”
I bit my lip, glancing back at the Bentley as I chewed it over. “I don’t know, Alex.”
“I do. We haven’t had a honeymoon and that’s unacceptable considering that it’s almost our fourteenth anniversary.”
I snorted down a laugh. “Fourteenth?”
“Fourteen days,” he clarified. “That’s basically a lifetime.”
I shook my head, smiling despite my best efforts not to. “I thought we’d been married for fifty years.”
“Who can keep count?” he said dismissively.
I laughed, warmth blooming in my chest. “You’re really hard to say no to.”
“And you love it.”
My heart skipped. “That remains to be seen.”
“Hmm. Make a board member cry at work today,” he said cheerfully. “For me.”
