Page 130 of Billion Dollar Dispute

When we pull apart, we walk the rest of the path. “Did you want to run home?” he asks.

“No, I’m done running.”

“Like, forever or just for now?” He smirks.

“I’m still debating.”

“What if I create a plan for running?” he suggests, glancing over at me.

“Like a program?” I raise an eyebrow.

“Yeah.” He nods. "You need structure and a goal. I think it might help.”

“Hmm," I say, considering. "Maybe we could aim for that city marathon?”

He searches my face. "Do you think that's a good idea? You usually need nine to twelve months for your first marathon.”

I shrug. “I need an end date.”

He laughs, shaking his head. “So, running isn’t going to be your new hobby?”

“No," I reply flatly, "I hate this.”

He grins. “What other hobbies could you try?”

“I don’t know," I sigh. "I’ll have to talk to my therapist.”

“I’ve offered some suggestions?”

“Not helping," I interrupt with a smirk. "I want to find something less painful.”

He chuckles, and we walk hand in hand back home. I can’t wait to shower.

“What about gym classes?” he asks as we near the door.

“I don’t think I can keep up,” I admit with a laugh.

“What about Pilates?”

“Maybe, but yoga might be better,” I say, trying to spit some ideas. I do want to continue to work on not just coping skills but strengthening my body.

“My brother's fiancée, Chelsea, owns a studio. I could ask if she does yoga.”

I haven’t met all of his family yet, but we decided to invite the whole family to Chad’s upcoming birthday. He’s excited about all the invites I sent out. I didn't want the stress of hosting and meeting Harvey’s family at the same time, so I organized it at Chad’s favorite play center.

“Yeah, that sounds good. Maybe she can give me some dirt on you.”

“You know all my secrets. Except that you’re uncommitted to wanting to marry me as soon as possible.”

My mouth opens and closes, but I’m speechless.

“Yeah, with you, buttercup, I couldn’t slow down. There’s something about our connection that makes me feel weak.”

“It’s the older woman thing,” I joke.

“Maturity and deep conversations are my love languages.”

We get inside my apartment, and he pulls me toward the bathroom. I raise an eyebrow. “What do you want?”

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