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“That’s what you took from that?” Izzy asks.
Simon just shrugs his shoulders. “I feel like that was the most important part.”
Betsy slaps him on the arm. “It wasn’t. She loves him! That’s so sweet.”
“So what now?” Wes asks. “Where are you two going to live?”
I shrug as I take Izzy’s hand. “We’re figuring it out. There’s no rush. We’re here and happy. The rest will fall into place.”
“Well, that’s just amazing,” Betsy says, standing and walking over to Izzy to give her a hug. “I have to go round up kids. But girls’ day, soon.”
Wes gives me a pat on the shoulder as he follows Betsy, leaving the rest of us here.
“Wait,” I say, looking over to Amelia. “Didn’t you want to tell us something?”
Amelia and Shane share a look. They are clearly having a silent conversation, and whatever it’s about, it’s ending with Shane shaking his head. What the hell is up with them?
“It’s okay,” Amelia says. “Another time.”
“Everyone!” Betsy yells from across the yard. “Food’s ready!”
Kids drop everything they’re doing and start rushing to Betsy, who is lining them up like a pro. All of the adults start shuffling over, which gives me the chance to hang back and grab Shane.
“You okay?” I ask. “I know I’ve been gone a lot. But if you need to talk?”
He shakes his head. “I’m good. But thanks.”
“You sure?”
Shane doesn’t look at me, instead keeping his eyes focused straight ahead. Which is coincidentally in the direction of Amelia.
“Yeah, man. I’m sure.”
I look to Amelia, then back to Shane, before looking back to Amelia. “Is there something going on between you two that I should know about?”
Shane gives me a pat on the back. “Soon enough, my friend. Soon enough.”
Chapter37
Izzy
“How much longer do you need?”
Oliver comes out of my en suite bathroom in the midst of tying his tie, giving me a questioning look. “You’re askingmethat? You haven’t even gotten dressed yet.”
I tilt my head so I can put in my earring. Because yes, I’m still only wearing a bra and panties and am doing everything I can possibly do before I put that dress on. It’s a great dress—tight, off the shoulder, and a slit so high it’s just barely acceptable—but breathing sometimes is an issue in it. “I just want to know what my time frame is based off your time frame.”
“Right…” Oliver says, clearly not buying my explanation. “I’ll be done in five minutes then the bathroom is all yours. Then whenever you decide to put your dress on, I’ll be ready for zipper duty.”
“You’re the best!” I yell, clasping in the second earring.
In the past, a night like tonight would fill me with nothing but dread. It’s a black-tie event, so Hazel would have had to set a timer telling me that I couldn’t leave until it went off. She’d also make me smile and talk to people, which is just the worst.
But tonight I’m not dreading it so much. And it’s not because we’re hosting the head of the London office for the dinner. It’s because of the man who’s currently walking out of the bathroom looking like a whole damn snack. Fuck that. He’s a meal.
It’s at this moment I now know I want to have a real wedding, because the sight of Oliver Price in a tuxedo is enough to melt these barely-there panties right off.
“Are you staring at me?” Oliver asks, slowly walking toward me as he finishes clasping his cuff link.
