Page 50 of You, Me, and Forever

The views from his apartment were magnificent.

I moved to stand in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows that lined the wall in his living room, taking in all the people moving quickly up and down the street below. Cars honked, and a siren blasted in the distance.

“It’s different here, huh?” he asked as he stood beside me and sipped his wine.

“Yeah. You’re definitely not going to run into a moose or a porcupine.”

He laughed. “Yeah. It’s high energy, and there’s always shit going on around you.”

“Do you like living in the city?” I asked him, putting the glass to my lips and then groaning as the fruity flavors flooded my senses.

“I do most of the time. It’s all I know, though, because I grew up here. But I’m not going to lie—I’ve enjoyed being away. I haven’t missed it, which has surprised me. I get a lot of work done in Blushing because it’s always fucking daytime, so my inner achiever enjoys the longer hours.” He chuckled.

“Yep. All of my weddings take place during the summer months, and during the winter, wedding season is pretty slow.”

“You don’t say? People don’t want to get hitched when it’s pitch black outside?”

“Nope. But that’s when I find new ideas and focus on the marketing and all the business stuff that I can’t deal with when we’re busy.”

“That makes sense.” His phone vibrated, and he glanced at it. “All right, the car is downstairs. Let’s go.”

The drive to the restaurant was brief, and Myles reminded me several times not to be offended by his father.

“Relax. I’m fine. I’m here to support you. Don’t worry about me.”

The look he gave me had my chest squeezing.

I do worry about you.

Once we arrived, Myles hurried out of the car and opened my door. His parents had rented out a super-swanky restaurant in the city, and they were having all their closest friends join them in this celebration.

When we stepped inside, I gasped. Crystal chandeliers hung above throughout the grand space. The lighting was dim and romantic, and there were white floral arrangements on every table. There had to be over a hundred people here, and I guess I hadn’t expected this intimate dinner to be this large.

Jazz music piped through the surround sound, and candles were lit on every table.

Myles’s hand found mine as our fingers interlocked. I smiled up at him, and he winked.

The man had more swagger than any one person should be allowed.

“Myles, it’s about fucking time.” A man who resembled him pulled him in for a hug before turning to me. “Hey, you must be Montana. I’m Samuel, this guy’s brother.”

I was surprised he knew I was coming, as it was a very last-minute trip.

I reached for his hand and shook. “It’s lovely to meet you, Samuel. I’ve heard lots about you.”

He raised a brow, pausing when a server came over with a tray covered in champagne flutes, and he helped himself to a glass as Myles took one for each of us.

“Wow. Talking about the family, is he? Lucky for me, I’m his favorite.” Samuel chuckled. “I’ve heard a lot about you as well. You started your own business, and you’re dominating the wedding industry in Alaska, from what I’ve heard.”

Myles had told his brother about me?

My heart raced at the fact that Myles had even mentioned my existence.

“He’s being a bit generous. I’m only in Blushing. But thank you.” I sipped my champagne, and this definitely wasn’t the kind of cheap bubbly that I once threw up from in college when Violet and I drank a whole bottle on our own. This was delicious.

“Where is Brianna?” Myles asked.

“She’s, er, not coming tonight. Long story. I’ll fill you in later.”

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