"Ugh," Lizzie muttered when she finished the article. She still couldn't believe she had been interviewed by paparazzi, much less be tabloid worthy. Yes, her engagement was a big deal to their families but to the rest of the world. Surely Kim Kardashian would have bigger news than hers.
"What is it?" asked Darcy, entering her office. "I heard your sigh of disgust. It isn't at me is it?"
"No, no. That damn magazine," she said, waving at it. "My secretary gave it to me. It's about us, surprisingly."
"Why is that surprising?" he asked. "You always have been newsworthy." then he added. "To me at least."
"How very sweet, Will. Bend down so I can kiss you," she said, grabbing his tie as he walked close to her chair. LIke she always did, she tugged lightly, and kissed him on the lips, her hands leaving his tie to entwine in his hair as his did the same.
"Ahem," Lizzie said a good five minutes later, "I assume that isn't what you originally came for?"
"It wasn't, surprisingly. I came to escort you to our last dinner by ourselves for the week, as your mother is going to be in town for the rest of the week along with Jane, and Charlotte. I thought we could use the alone time."
"I would love to attend," Lizzie breathed against his lips. "What time is the reservation?"
"I didn't make one," he whispered back.