Page 34 of You, Me, and Forever

He smiled, that dimple on full display. And when Myles St. James smiled, it did something to me. I worked hard to act unaffected around this man, but it was becoming more challenging with each passing day.

“Good to know. I’ll have to hit him up to meet me for a drink sometime.” His gaze locked with mine. “You got a minute? I wanted to run something by you.”

“Sure. We can go to my office,” I said, handing the file with the contract to Violet as she raised a brow.

I led him down the hallway and into my office, then shut the door behind us. Myles took the seat across from my desk. He glanced around. “It’s so ... girly in here.”

“I like to call it French—it’s romantic and chic. I made a vision board of this office long before I went into business for myself.”

“What the fuck is a vision board?”

“It’s a place to dream, Myles. To be creative and think about what you want.”

“And it goes on a board?” he asked, like this was the most outrageous thing he’d ever heard.

“What? Don’t billionaires make vision boards on Saturday nights for a fun family activity?” I teased as I pointed to the wall to the left that held three of my favorite vision boards. They were covered in magazine clippings of everything that I loved and wanted for my life.

“Yeah.” He rubbed his neck. “The St. Jameses aren’t big on arts and crafts. Not really our thing, but I think it’s cool.”

He pushed to his feet and walked to the wall that held the boards and studied them, one at a time. “You like to paint and read. You clearlylike the water, and you enjoy shopping because you’ve got a lot of boats and shoes and purses on here.”

I chuckled. “Yes. All my favorite things.”

“You’ve got a large piano in the center of this board,” he said, pointing to the one in the center. “That’s sort of what I wanted to talk to you about.”

“The piano on my vision board?”

“No. The piano at Seaside. Would you like to have it?”

“Would I like to have it? Are you selling it?”

“No. It’s old, and it’s not for sale. But Charlie and I were talking about demo next week, and I remembered you mentioning that you learned to play on that particular piano. I thought you might want to keep it. You know, as a memory from your childhood.”

I stared at him for the longest time. “I can’t let you give it to me, but I could buy it from you. I just assumed you’d sell it to an antique dealer. I think it’s worth a lot of money.”

“It’s not for sale, Montana. It’s yours if you want it.” He cleared his throat.

“You’re pretty good at this friendship thing, you know that?”

He pushed to his feet. “Don’t get ahead of yourself. I still think about that pussy of yours daily, so I’m not that good at the friendship thing.”

I groaned. “You’re ridiculous.”

“I’ve got to get back to work. I’ll let him know that you want it.”

“I’m not sure how I’ll get it moved, but I’ll call around and see if I can find someone,” I said, pushing to my feet and following him to the door.

“Don’t worry about it. I’ll have it delivered to your house for you.”

Before I could stop myself, I lunged at him. I wrapped my arms around his neck and hugged him. “Thank you for thinking of me. It means a lot to me that you’re letting me keep it. It’ll mean a lot to my dad too.”

When I pulled back, his features were softer than usual. “Yeah, well, I’m heading back to the inn to give your father shit about making vision boards on Saturday nights.”

“Don’t knock it till you try it, Moneybags. You like building things. You might just surprise yourself.”

He walked out toward the front office and turned around to look at me one last time. “Maybe you’ll have to show me how it’s done.”

“Oh, she’ll be happy to show you how it’s done,” Violet said, taking his words completely out of context, and I gaped at her.

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