Brody scowled. “You’re playing hard to get.” Then his expression shifted, and he smiled. “I’ll come find you later.”
There are too many fucking weirdoes in small towns.
Maybe it was a good thing Matt was back with Hensley. I could move to Manhattan, start over, maybe get a better apartment, a better job.
You never actually loved Matt. You clearly don’t even know him.
I looked down at his last text message. He had said he had a surprise for me.
Yeah, I bet.
“Good riddance,” I said to the phone. “I’m better off without Matt Frost this Christmas.”
Wasn’t I?
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“Yes, we can absolutely producematsutakemushrooms for your cruise line. We assure you our produce is the highest quality,” I said, making notes as the director of operations lectured me about his cruise line.
I was about to close a huge deal for us, so I didn’t mind.
“How about we grow a sample batch and fly you and your head chefs out to do a taste testing,” I offered. “Because we are able to control the climate in our greenhouses, we feel confident that the mushrooms we produce will be up to your standards… absolutely. We will be in contact with your buying department. We appreciate the opportunity.”
I jumped up to tell Eli that we had, for all intents and purposes, landed a huge deal. I stopped when I saw my siblings hovering outside my office door.
They looked grim.
I quickly counted them. They were all there, so it wasn’t like one of them was lost in the wilderness.
“This is an intervention,” Owen said seriously. He and my siblings filed into my office.
“Are you out of your fucking mind?” Jack yelled at me.
“Jack,” Owen barked, “we had a plan.”
“Your plan was to talk to him like a rational human being,” Jack countered, “which clearly he isn’t if he’s back with that manipulative woman.”
I looked between my siblings, confused. “Who? Mom?”
Belle made a disgusted noise.
“I have duct tape in my trunk,” she said. “We can just lock him up somewhere. Maybe she drugged him. If he doesn’t show up for their secret wedding, maybe she’ll just lose interest.”
“What wedding? Who’s getting married?”
“You are,” Olivier said, handing me a tabloid newspaper. “Front page right there.”
I scanned the headline. “’Billionaire Matt Frost makes up with the love of his life.’ None of this is true,” I said, handing it back to Oliver.
“Really? Because Hensley is posting pictures of her ring all over Instagram.”
“I am not getting back together with her,” I said. “I’m with Merrie. I’m in love with Merrie.”
Owen visibly relaxed.
“Someone get this man a drink. He’s too old to be dealing with this stress,” Oliver said, fanning our older brother with the newspaper.
