Page 245 of The Heart You Kept

“So that you can⁠—”

“Be at your beck and call?” I cut him off.

He smiles at my comeback. “Travel with me when needed.”

“Oh.”

“Don’t be mistaken, being at my beck and call is high on your to-do list.” His eyes dance with mischief.

“Edward.” I sigh, unimpressed.

“I’m just saying…you want to launch more into the decorating space and working with interior decorators but you are tied down so hard to that store that you can’t even take a day off.”

“I like working.” I sip my coffee.

“I know that, and you can every day if you wish, but wouldn’t it be nice to have someone to share the load with you and cover if we need to go away?”

“I’ll think about it, but no rush. We aren’t going away anywhere soon.”

“Yes we are.”

“Like where?”

“I have to be in Vegas soon and I want to take you home and meet your father while we’re in the States.”

“You do?” I smile.

He picks up his phone and calls someone. “Hello, we are ready for breakfast. Two egg-white omelets, fresh fruit, and a side of pancakes with bacon. And an almond croissant for Alora. Thank you.” He hangs up without saying goodbye.

So bossy….

“We have a full weekend of social engagements, so I’ve organized for my personal shopper to call on you.”

“What?” I snap, annoyed.

He looks up over his paper. “Tone.” He raises an eyebrow.

“Why would you think I would want a shopper?”

“Well, we have a ball on Friday night. I’m playing polo on Saturday, which you will be coming to with drinks after, and then we have a private party at Theodore’s house on Saturday night.”

Oh, hell no….

“Four things in the one weekend?” I slump into the chair, “That’s a bit of overkill, isn’t it?”

“No.” He keeps reading.

“Well, they say that being out too much and being too available isn’t a good look.”

“Who says that?”

“You know, the styling shows.”

“What styling shows?”

“I don’t know.” I shrug. “Life of the rich and famous and stuff.”

His eyes rise above the paper as amusement flashes across his face.