Page 21 of A Holiday Lift
Me: Okay, let me know.
After a few minutesshe texts me back.
Chelle: We’re good. They just said I have to make sure it’s cleaned up. I’ll text you details to have things delivered without anyone seeing and all that.
Me: You’re a lifesaver.
I leteveryone know where to meet, which actually works out perfectly. Now, I can have something special for Holly.
With a plan in place, I head into the bedroom and find her lying on the bed with her ereader.
“Reading anything good?”
She smiles. “Well, the hero just told the heroine how special she is and how he wouldn’t want to live another day without her. It was so sweet.”
“Well, I think you’re special, and I don’t want to live a day without you.”
“You make the perfect book boyfriend.”
“What the hell is a book boyfriend?” I ask.
“You wouldn’t understand because they don’t exist in real life, no matter how much we all wish they did.”
I roll my eyes. “Listen, I know tomorrow isn’t exactly going as planned, but how about we salvage today?”
“What are you up to?” Holly’s voice is layered with skepticism.
“Nothing, I just want to try to have some of my surprise still happen.”
She eyes me with curiosity. “All right.”
All right. I may actually pull this off.
* * *
We getto the Museum of Contemporary Art about two hours later, and I feel as if this all might be okay. I stalled as much as I could, giving our mothers time to get the cake out of the oven and the food almost done. That also gave Brian and Chelle time to get the flowers and everything else here at least.
There is something magical about this place. Even though we’ve been here a hundred times, I always feel like it’s new and exciting. Getting married here is truly going to be perfect.
“I love this place,” she says, mirroring my thoughts.
“Me too.”
“It’s where you told me you loved me the first time.”
I grin. “I remember.”
Holly’s hands are wrapped around my arm as we move through the building. “Did Chelle open up for us?”
I laugh. “She did. It’s what took me a while, I needed to get everything set.”
“It’s a good thing we have friends in high places.”
We walk through the exhibits, looking at some new things when my phone pings with a text from Chelle, telling me that everything is set and where to bring her to get ready.
“How about we go this way?” I suggest.
“But we always go see the contemporary paintings next.”
