Hello, people!
Happy Wednesday!
Usual housekeeping:
- I still don't own any of it.
- Team Momo wouldn't exist without Midnight Cougar and Alice's White Rabbit with their red pens, or without AGoodWitch, Maplestyle, Mel, and Eternally Addicted who pre-read and tell me if I'm off my rocker or not.
- 1.8k reviews! Thank you, people! I read all of them, but I'm trying really hard to finish writing my upcoming story, so time for replies is at a premium. Be assured that I treasure all of them.
Also, the Golden Onion Awards nominations are up and I want to take a minute to thank YOU all for the nominations for my work and for Team Momo at large.
My other story Behind The Ivories was nominated as Best Je t'aime Fic, Best Nail-Biting Fic, Favorite Fic of the Year, and Masterpiece of the Year.
Shape The Narrative is nominated as WIP of the Year, and yours truly is nominated as Author of the Year.
I posted a voting link and details on nominees in my FB Group (LaMomo's Lair). You can vote daily until August 20.
Today we're back with Bella. On with the show!
Chapter 47 – BPOV
"Thank you, Miss Swan," the property manager said.
I'd just signed paperwork that would make me a new tenant in this building from June 1, 2019. I'd be taking over Rose's lease—or at least, the six months left of it.
I wasn't ready for a full commitment to this complex, but six months was a great start. Enough to give me an idea of whether I liked the place and whether my finances could handle it long term. I'd run the numbers three times, and the verdict had been positive every time. But my inner skeptic needed some hard evidence from the field. Seeing was believing and all that.
The manager shook my hand and handed me a packet with new-renters info and my copy of the signed contract.
I was about to take my leave when my phone rang. I threw the guy an apologetic look, but he smiled at me and waved me off.
"Hello, Edward."
"Hi, love. All done?"
The disjointed sounds of traffic served as a chaotic soundtrack to his voice.
"Yes, I was just leaving. Where are you?"
"I stopped at my mom's office to take her to lunch. I'm on my way back now. Do you want me to pick you up? I can swing by."
It made sense. Esme's office was about fifteen minutes away from Rose's building. "Yeah, why not? Saves me from taking the bus back home."
"How about we also swing by your place, pick up your bag, and get an early start on our weekend?" He was so eager to spend the weekend away together that his voice vibrated with excitement.
"Weren't we supposed to check in tomorrow?"
"Meh. The cottage I reserved was free all week. I bet a phone call on the way will fix everything. So, are we doing this?"
"How long would it take to get to this mysterious place? We don't want to get there at an ungodly hour."
He tsked at me, chuckling. "Ever the organizational genius. And I can tell you're fishing for information."
"Well, fishing or not, my point stands," I insisted.
"Hour and a half, two hours tops. It's doable. Even better if we leave before the afternoon rush. You in?"
His enthusiasm was contagious. How could I even contemplate saying no? "I'll wait here for you with bells on."
"I was imagining something sexier, but it'll do," he deadpanned.
The line went dead, and I stood there, laughing like a loon at my boyfriend's version of sexual innuendo.
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"This place is fucking unbelievable," I murmured.
About three hours had gone by, and with Edward's proverbial efficiency, we'd retrieved my weekend bag from my studio and dove into the stream of traffic leading outside Atlanta on I-20.
Little did I know when Edward had booked this getaway for us that we'd come to a place quite like this.
"Ritz Carlton, Edward? Really?"
As he meandered around the resort's parking lot to find a spot for his SUV, Edward just turned toward me and winked. Then he shrugged. "I'm determined to spoil you for the weekend. We've had a few trying months at work."
Always so, so thoughtful. And generous.
"Here we go. Let's check in with the cottage concierge so we can take possession of our domains," he said, pulling on the emergency brake. "Let's go. A weekend of pampering awaits."
More pampering on Saturday with LawyerWard!
And remember to head over to my FB group, LaMomo's Lair (type in the search bar to find it) for news about upcoming stories, teasers, and the 13th Anniversary re-read of my first story, Business Class Girl.
See you on Saturday!