Wouldn’t it?
“No. It’s not.”
I grimace. “I’ll be the judge of that.”
Her eyes roll. “Sure. We can do things your way since you havesomuch experience when it comes to relationships.” She mumbles something aboutmen always think they know everythingunder her breath.
I knock my fist against her desk. “Book the plane for Friday.”
“ThisFriday?”
“Is that going to be a problem?”
She squeals. “No! Even if it was, I refuse to let this golden opportunity go to waste. I haven’t had a vacation inyears.”
“At least you finally get something good out of all of this.”
She slaps her desk with a stern look. “You mean there’s supposed to be something better than marryingyou? I refuse to believe it.”
I turn and walk toward my door, hiding the grin spreading across my face. Iris is the only person with the ability to make me smile. Not that she knows it. I’ve done everything in my power to hide how much sway she has over my moods.
16
IRIS
If someone told me a month ago that Declan would hand me his black card and tell me to plan a honeymoon, I would have sent them to the nearest hospital to get their head checked. But low and behold, Declan does just that.
“Money is no object,” he says before disappearing behind his double doors.
I squeal as I spin around in my chair.
“Keep it down,” he calls out from the other side of the wood door.
I clamp down on my lips while I grab my cellphone and text Cal.
Me:Guess who is going on a honeymoon after all?
Cal:How did you make him crack?
Cal:Waterboarding?
Cal:Sleep deprivation?
Cal:Sex???
Cal:Wait.If it’s the last one, don’t tell me. I don’t want to know.
I laugh as I type up my response.
Me:Your father.
Cal:*Pretends to be shocked.
Me:Do you want to help me plan something?
Cal:I’ll be there in 15.
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