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"So in about four weeks, you'll have a full schedule."
"I should, yeah. How about you? Draw anything today?"
I chuckle. "Emmett and I are still batting about that headboard. Sometimes the design and the reality don't quite meet."
"Oh. That must—"
Don Juan returns with the water pitcher and interrupts our conversation to ask Bella again how her meal is.
"Delicioso," she says, charming him anew.
"Ah bueno, bueno," he gushes, as if he birthed the damn chicken himself.
I'm getting tense, though I tell myself I shouldn't. I'm determined not to let this Lothario ruin our evening.
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I take a sip of my margarita and remind myself what's waiting on my coffee table at home.
"Sorry, you were saying?" Bella picks up the thread of conversation.
"Oh, um…" What were we talking about?
"You seem distracted tonight," she responds, taking in a forkful of red rice.
Stay on the high road.
"Damn straight I am." Leaning forward, "I've been waiting a week for this."
Bella smiles. "Maybe I better stop eating so much. It's not even gonna fit me."
"Oh, it will. And either way, we're gonna make it nice and snug."
"My my, but someone's eager."
A/N: Anyone else eager? XXX ~BOH