Page 45 of Accidentally Yours

“How is newlywed life?” Theodore asked.

“It’s everything I knew it would be.” Damien smiled, tipping his glass of scotch to his lips.

“I’ve never been happier.” My fake smile was still cramping my cheekbones.

“Any news on the baby front?” A smirk crossed Lucy’s lips.

“Oh my gosh, are you pregnant?” Donna asked.

“No. But we’re having fun trying.” I grinned. “Aren’t we, Damien?”

He cleared his throat. “Yes, we are. Fingers crossed.”

“Well, when it happens, I’m going to throw you the biggest and best baby shower.” Lucy smiled. “Do you have any ideas for the nursery yet?”

“Well, I was thinking that if we have a boy, light gray and blue. And of course, for a girl, it has to be pink,” I said.

“Okay.” Damien chuckled. “Enough talk about babies. I don’t want to jinx our chances.”

I could tell it was getting under his skin, and I loved it. My phone wouldn’t stop pinging. Pulling it from my clutch, my eyes widened at all the orders coming through for breakup boxes.

“Sweetheart, can you please silence your phone?” Damien asked.

“You are one popular lady.” Lucy smiled.

“I apologize. It’s orders for the breakup boxes. I did a vendor show today at the mall. I sold out of every box I brought, and now I have over one hundred orders.”

“As you should, young lady,” Theodore said. “You’re onto something with those boxes. If you got that many orders in just one day, maybe you should open a brick-and-mortar for the boxes.”

“Well, I’m sure it’s just from the show today. Tomorrow, everyone will forget about the boxes.”

“That is not true,” Lucy said. “And my husband is right. You should open a brick-and-mortar. Let customers come into the store and see the boxes in person.”

“Damien will help you with that. Right, Damien?” Charlie said.

“Yes. Anything my wife wants, she gets.” He smiled.

After we ate a wonderful meal, Damien stood from his chair and extended his hand.

“May I have this dance?”

“You may.” I placed my hand in his.

He led me to the dance floor, wrapped his arm around my waist, and rested his hand on the small of my back.

“Are you enjoying the evening?” he asked.

“Oh yes. I can barely contain my excitement.”

“I don’t appreciate your sarcasm. And you didn’t tell me you were doing a vendor show at the mall today.”

“Why would I tell you? You think I’m nuts for making breakup boxes and you think my business is shit.”

“Willa, that is not true.”

“Your exact words were, ‘You’re nuts. Has anyone ever told you that?’ And you called the things I put into my boxes shit.”

“I was upset you sent me a box. Smile. People are staring.”

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