Page 106 of The Work Wife

“Wes?”

“Yeah?”

“What do we do tomorrow?” Though it was technically already tomorrow.

“We get up and eat breakfast. I’m having that crab soufflé again because I know I won’t be able to get anything half as good back home.”

“No. I mean about us.”

“Right.” There was a long silence before he rolled over and propped his head on his hand to look down at her. “You don’t have a plan? This was all your idea.” He laughed as she slapped him in the arm.

“I don’t have a clue,” she admitted.

“We’ll figure it out. Let’s not worry about it right now. We’re both too tired to come up with a good answer.”

“Okay.” She nodded against his chest after snuggling up against him.

It was nice to not have to think or worry. Wes would be there when she woke, and they would come up with a plan.

Except he wasn’t there when she woke, and his suitcase was gone.

Chapter 20

Wes met Jamie on the path back to their cottage. She looked frantic, which was only amplified by the way her hair was sticking out everywhere. Something was definitely wrong.

“Jamie? What is it?”

She bent over slightly with her palm against her chest. She let out a long, slow breath and shook her head. “I’m okay. I thought you left me.”

“Left? We’re on the same flight. Where would I go?” He held out the tray of food. “I thought you might want to spend some time alone on our patio rather than deal with the group.”

She pressed her lips together and nodded. “I’m sorry. I panicked,” she said, her voice still breathy.

“I’m not like that Dylan guy who fled from the restaurant when you went to the bathroom.” Man, how he’d like to get his hands on that guy.

“No. I know that. It’s just your luggage was gone.”

“Oh. The porter stopped by. Mine was already packed, so I gave it to him. I figured you still needed yours.”

“Yes. Thank you.”

She appeared embarrassed by her erratic behavior, but he simply moved the tray to one hand so he could wrap the other one around her. “I’m not leaving you, Jamie.”

On the patio, she played with her food.

“What is it? And know that if you so much as suggest we go back to being friends again, I’m going to explode. That is not an option. I can’t put it back in a box.”

She tilted her head to the side, a mischievous smile on her face. “What exactly would you be putting in the box?”

“Oh, good. Fifth-grade-boy Jamie is here today,” he mocked, making them both laugh. He leaned across the small table to steal a kiss.

“What are we going to do?” she whispered.

He’d been thinking about it as he waited for their meals. He cleared his throat, ready to share the big plan. He only hoped it wouldn’t blow up in his face.

“You’ve been calling the shots since the beginning of this plan. I’m taking over now, because your idea is not working. At. All.”

“Okay. What do you suggest?”