I wasn’t hungry earlier, but I’m starving now. I fill my plate with food from Xavier’s buffet, and the three of us find an out-of-the-way table.
“So,” I begin. “You’re flying to Seoul.”
“On Monday, yes.” West takes my hand in his. “But that’s a long ways away. There’s still the rest of tonight and all of tomorrow. Spend it with us.”
My heart beats faster. “Are you sure? Don’t you have to pack?”
Rob’s looking at something on his phone. “You’ll be traveling to the Tremaine resorts, right? Do you know your travel schedule yet?”
“I’ll be in the head office for my first week, then doing a South American tour. A week in Argentina, a week in Brazil, and a week in Chile. Why?”
“Because I’m trying to plan our first date,” he says. He leans back and smiles at me. “Mel, I was serious, and I’m fairly sure West was too. This is about more than sex. I care about you.” He helps himself to a prosciutto-wrapped asparagus spear from my plate. “You’ll probably be really busy during your first week. How about we meet in Buenos Aires?”
I blink at him. “You’re joking.”
“Not even a little. West?”
“Excellent idea. Buenos Aires is lovely this time of year. There’s this really great restaurant in Palermo that serves amazing barbecue. You’ve got to try it. I’ll make us a reservation.”
I’m losing my mind. “But you hate flying.”
“I’m flying to Argentina to go on a date with you.” He flashes me a blinding smile. “It seems worth it.” He kisses the inside of my wrist. “Mel, we weren’t lying earlier. Neither of us wants to wait six weeks to see you again. I’m thirty-seven, and I know what I want. I want you.”
Disbelief fights with joy, and joy wins. I smile happily at both of them. “I’d love to spend tomorrow with you,” I tell them. “And barbecue sounds amazing.”
I’m not the betting type. I don’t gamble because I don’t like leaving things up to chance.
But when I see the look in their eyes, I’m willing to make a bold wager. As improbable as it sounds, we’re going to live happily ever after.