Page 84 of The Proposal
Bianca:
“What the hell does that mean?” I ask, typing furiously.
Me: Tell me you didn’t.
Bianca: How did I know he was just a dom? I was trying to do a public service.
Me: Okay, now I know you’re kidding.
Bianca: I AM NOT KIDDING.
Me: There is no way you’re any man’s sub.
Bianca: Oh, big brother. The things I can’t tell you. Now, let’s transition out of this uncomfortable conversation and focus on other lighter things … like Mom is throwing you a party when you get back. I’m supposed to find out when you’re returning.
Me: We leave tomorrow.
Bianca: So anticipate an extravaganza this weekend. I heard there’s a champagne fountain, caviar, and a string quartet in the works.
My lips twitch.
Me: Sounds good.
Bianca: You’re just going to roll with that?
Me: And show off my beautiful wife to the family? Count me in.
Bianca: I’m … puzzled by all of this. But I’m going to play along and see where this goes.
Me: You do that.
Bianca: Also, before I go, our family chat has about eighty-three million messages for you, and everyone is annoyed you aren’t responding. So when you have a couple of free hours, you might want to dig through that.
Me: Or not.
Bianca: Okay, I gotta run. There’s a meeting about the Arrows purchase in twenty minutes, and Dad asked that I attend.
My stomach tightens.
Me: What’s the status of that?
Bianca: I’ll let you know. Xo
Me: xo
“Renn?”
I look over my shoulder and listen. Blakely’s sleepy voice calls out again.
“Renn?”
I make my way back to the bedroom. She’s half awake, propped up in bed.
“Where did you go?”
“Just got a drink,” I say, slipping beneath the covers beside her. “I’m back.”
“Good.” She snuggles up next to me. “Don’t leave me again. Okay?”
