He walked over and popped Jordan across the head. “Wake up ole’ man.” Jordan waved him off. “Wake up dude.”
Jordan slowly opened his eyes and stretched his arms up. “Who you calling old? I can still kick your butt.” He stood up and hugged his little brother.
“See Baby, the older you get, the more sleep you need.” Sean laughed.
“Watch it. You’re just a few years behind me.”
“Key word, behind. Come on, Ky ordered breakfast. Where’s my nephew?”
“With Zoë’s folks. This is a short business trip.”
“Our engagement party is business?” Sean asked.
“Where’s the restroom?” Jordan asked.
“Over there.” Sean pointed out the door for the rest room.
Jordan went to the restroom and returned a little more alert. He sat down, blessed the food and they began to eat. He took a sip of coffee and let out a long sigh. “That’s good. As I was saying, I’m also here on business. I’ve been offered the job as head of cardiology at Long Island Memorial.”
“What?” Sean sounded stunned.
“They called me right before the holidays and now they’ve made a rather generous offer. It’s a chance to revamp the department. They’ve been given a huge endowment that will allow them to make the cardiology department one of the best in the state.”
“Wow, way to go big brother. I’m proud of you. When do you start?”
“If my meeting goes well on Monday, we’ll be New Yorkers again in a couple of months.”
“That soon?” Sean asked.
“Yep and this way, whenever you two decide to get married, we’ll just be a phone call away…provided I’m not in surgery.”
“Which would mean, I’ll need an interior designer,” Zoë said to Kyla, “and I don’t have a problem using my family discount.” She smiled.
“No problem,” Kyla smiled.
“Seems the Prescott boys are together again. That’s what I’m talking about,” Sean smiled.
Chapter 78
SEAN WALKED UP BEHIND KYLA and whispered, “It’s beautiful. You did an amazing job.”
“Thank you.” She turned to face him and he presented her with a small dark blue box with a red ribbon. “What’s this?”
“Happy wedding day,” he smiled. “Remember I told you I had a wedding gift for you?”
“Yes.”
“Well…”
“Can I open it?”
“Sure.”
She recognized the “HW” initials on the box, Harry Winston. She opened the lid and gasped. She lifted the long, delicate platinum chain sprinkled with diamonds out of the box. “Sean, it’s beautiful.”
He took the chain and placed it around her neck. “I went to get you something else, but Suzanne showed me this and said it was more versatile. Something about it looking good with jeans and a t-shirt or something more formal. I just thought it looked like you.”
She walked over to the mirror admiring the necklace. “Zoë was right. You have great taste in jewelry.” She turned around and wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him passionately.