Page 117 of Loving You

I study him for a moment.

The last interviews we did were grown men, which isn’t bad, but Miles likes his space. A young kid who won’t be here all the time might be nice for him. He’ll get the help he wants but still have plenty of time here by himself.

“Okay, wait here.”

I pop into the shop to find Miles.

When he hears me walking toward him, he turns and grins. As soon as I reach him, he swoops me into a kiss.

“Is it time for a break?” he asks, and I match his grin.

“Miles Asher is looking for a reason to take a break. Boy, look how far you’ve come.”

He laughs at my tease. “You’re worth it.”

He goes in for another kiss, but I stop. “That’s lovely to hear, but there is actually a young man in the office looking for a job.”

Miles quickly goes from playful and flirty to business.

“A kid, huh. How old is he?”

“Old enough to work for you part-time.”

Miles sighs. “Old enough to know about cars?”

“He says he does. I think you should talk to him.”

He rubs his chin and nods. “All right, send him back here. I’ll need to see a few things.”

“You got it. I’m going to lock up the office and get ready for Grandma Betty’s wedding.”

He snaps his fingers. “I need to shower for that.”

I laugh. “It would be nice.”

He reaches out to grab me, but I escape him and return to the office.

“Henry, come on out here.”

I introduce him to Miles then finish what I need to before getting ready to go.

Grandma Betty is having a mid-morning ceremony and reception during the week.

Of course she would.

But it doesn’t bother me, because as happy as I am for her, I'm more excited to see Miles in a suit.

That I, of course, will be removing later.

I don’t thinkI’ve ever seen Grandma Betty so happy.

Mike glides her around the dance floor as they share their first dance. She is wearing a cream lace dress, and Mike is in navy blue.

It’s a small gathering, but it’s perfect. In fact, it’s so intimate that I think if I ever get married, this is the kind of wedding I’d like to have. One with my closest friends and family, which, as I’m learning, are the same people.

Maybe not in the local dance studio the way this one is, but still, it sort of fits the idea.

“Does anyone else feel weird that we are at a mid-morning wedding? I mean, I know it’s almost lunch, but I’ve never heard of morning weddings,” Miles asks.

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