Page 83 of The Arrangement
Which is probably why he’d never sleep with you.The idea of her betraying Jason like that rubs me the wrong way. But before I can respond, the doorbell rings.
“Hey, I have to go,” I say. “Someone’s here.”
“When are you coming back to town?”
“Tomorrow, I think. I’ll see you Monday at work.”
“Can we at least do lunch? I need details, you little minx.”
I laugh. “Lunch for sure.”
“I’m so happy for you. Congrats!”
“Thanks, Nickie! Bye.”
“Bye!”
I end the call, then I tie my robe tightly around me and head for the door.
“Who is it?” I ask, peering out the peephole.
A bellhop stands on the other side and identifies himself.
I make sure I’m presentable and then open the door.
“Mrs. Brewer?” he asks.
“Yes.” I giggle. “That’s the first time I’ve been called that by anyone besides my husband.”
My husband. A flutter of butterflies takes flight in my stomach.
“This is all for you,” he says, motioning to the cart behind him. “Would you like me to bring it into the suite or leave it here?”
The three floral arrangements alone are as tall as I am. There’s a box, too.
“Would you mind bringing it in?” I ask, perplexed.What is all of this?
“It would be my pleasure.”
He scoots by me, and I direct him to the table in the atrium.
“Just set them all right there, please,” I say, realizing I must tip this man. “I need to grab my wallet.”
The smile he bestows upon me is kind. “Thank you, ma’am, but Mr. Brewer has already taken care of everything.”
How does he think of everything? “Are you sure?”
“I’m sure.” He sets the box by the vases. “Have a great rest of your day, Mrs. Brewer.”
I’ll never tire of hearing that.
He lets himself out quietly as I investigate the delivery. The first arrangement is a massive selection of the prettiest pinks, whites, peaches, and coral flowers with eucalyptus and sprigs of greenery. I pluck the card from the center.
Welcome to the family, Chloe! I’m so excited to have another sister and can’t wait to celebrate!
Love,
Bianca
