Page 29 of The Wedding Situation Romance

Until your phone buzzes with a call from your new nemesis.

“Good morning,” I chime.

“Is it?”

“It was…” I say, and he snorts.

“You’re cute,” he says with a grin.

“I know.”

“Do you just wake up sassy, or does it build up throughout the day?” he asks.

“Both,” I answer as I pick through a crate of strawberries. Fruit crumble bars sound good. And for that, I’m going to need all the berries. “Either way, I save it all up for you.”

Reid chuckles grittily at that, and I smile. “Where are you?” he asks.

“Is it noisy?” I ask.

“No. I don’t hear a lot of horns and cussing. Did you skip town?”

This time I laugh. “I’m at the farmer’s market,” I tell him.

“Finding anything good?” he asks, and I smile down at my nearly full bag.

“Only if you like berry crumble bars,” I say.

“Sounds fattening,” he says.

“Deliciously so,” I say back. This isn’t our usual back and forth. There’s less tone. But it’s invigorating as usual.

“Sounds like a good after dinner dessert,” he says. “And speaking of that. How about dinner tonight?”

“You want to go to dinner?” I ask skeptically.

“I was thinking Italian. Alessi’s. It’s got the best bruschetta in all of NYC if you haven’t been.”

“I have been. And the bruschetta is pretty amazing.”

“So that’s a yes, then?” he asks.

“That’s a maybe,” I say, and twenty bucks says his smirk just faltered a notch. “Why?”

“Why what?” he asks.

“Why do you want to go on a date?” I ask.

“I never asked you on a date. I asked if you wanted to have dinner,” he states.

“Are you picking me up?”

“Probably. Parking down there is a bitch. You know that,”

“Are you paying?” I ask.

“What part of your life am Inotfinancially supporting right now?” he asks, and I scoff.

“I can say no, you know,”