“He’s seen the book?” Darla asked.
“I don’t know.”
As if on cue, her cell phone rang, and she saw it was Paula calling.
“Hello,” she said.
“Sales have gone through the roof, Addie. It’s like everyone watching the news has finally realized who you are. This is good news. We’re having to increase the order of print copies to go out. This book is going to be brilliant.”
Hanging up the phone, Addison smiled, but it didn’t quite reach her eyes.
“You’re not happy, are you?”
“I wanted this to be about me, us. What we’ve created.”
“Honey, we were selling good. This is a little boost,” Darla said.
“It’s not just ours.”
“Nothing in this world is just ours. It helps to have someone who will speak up for you. You’re lucky that he has. This is what you love to do.”
Deep down inside, she was really happy. Shaun had not only voiced his approval of her book, he’d done it for the world to see, to show his support. It was more than she could have hoped for. She just didn’t want to rely on his help.
There was no way she could help run million dollar business, and he was helping her.
“Do you think I should visit him?” she asked.
“Yes!” Darla jumped up. “That would be amazing.”
Biting her lip, she wasn’t sure.
“What about the filming?”
“We’ll do that when you get back. I’ve got to head out anyway, so it’ll give me time to do what I need to do.”
Nodding, she removed her apron, and placed the ingredients she’d picked out back into the fridge. She didn’t want anything going off.
Darla left, and she called a cab to take her to Shaun’s main office. She paid the driver, who thanked her for turning his wife into a much better cook.
Standing outside of the main building, she stared up at the large building. She’d not been here in a long time. The last time she visited, Bruce had told her Shaun was busy, and not able to talk with her.
Running fingers through her hair, she tightened her jacket around her, hiked her bag up, and headed into the main building. This was not for her. She loved food, and being around food. These people liked the hustle and bustle of work.
****
“Do you think she saw it?” Shaun asked, taking a seat behind his desk. He’d arranged it so that he could finally speak out about his wife’s career. The last thing he wanted was for her to have to deal with the negative press. They were together, they were a couple, and last night gave him hope they could have more.
Yes, they lived separately, but with time, he hoped for them both to finally move past that. He wanted to speak to her about what to do with the house. Shaun hated that awful fucking place, and he wouldn’t willingly go there to stay.
They would have to sell it, and get it out of their lives.
“Yes, she saw it. Well, it depends if she was busy. I’m sure she’ll see it by the end of the day.”
“I hope so.” He was so damn happy. “Honeymoon!”
“What?” Bruce asked.
“When we got married, I didn’t give her a honeymoon. Do you think it’s something I should consider?”