Page 94 of Waiting for Acceptance
“Let’s go inside and he can tell you himself.” He kisses my temple and we head back inside.
The rest of the night goes off without a hitch, and I couldn’t be happier that Fitz wanted to stay. The guys hang out around the island talking about all of their occupations, Max and Tucker tell the story about how they enlisted in the Navy together and were able to serve on the same SEAL team, Tank tells him briefly about his experience in the Marine’s, completely beaming when he starts talking about The Veterans Center he now runs with Asher—a guy he served with in special ops. Sawyer claimshis occupation sounds boring in comparison, making Fitz agree about his life in real estate.
“Okay, quit hogging the new guy, we want to know about him too,” Taylor yells as the guys start cutting up about something.
“You might just want to talk to your husband about his life some more, mine pales in comparison.” Fitz comes over, standing behind my chair, playing with a few strands of my hair.
“Well, then tell me all about your boring life. We need to get to know our bestie’s new man.” I look up at him and smile, and he winks at me.
“Alright then. What do you want to know?”
Taylor taps her chin. “Hmmm. Where did you grow up?”
“New York.” He sounds like he’s ready for a round of rapid-fire questions, which is definitely a possibility with this group.
“Damn, you’ve lived there your whole life?” Ruby asks from where she now stands next to Tank.
“Yep. Born and raised.”
“Did you always want to go into real estate?” Shane asks next.
He sucks air in through his teeth. “Uh, I always knew I wouldend upin real estate.”
“Oh, hesowanted to be a cowboy or an astronaut or something.” Taylor laughs, picking up on the way Fitz answered, and everyone joins in—Fitz included.
“I definitely wouldn’t have chosen to go to college for business, marketing,andaccounting degrees. But hey, at least I am not lacking in wall decorations for my office.”
Max snorts and takes a sip of his beer. “Yeah, fuck that. I’d do two more tours before going through all that shit.”
“Do you travel a lot for work?” Leah asks, turning back to face Fitz.
He slowly nods. “Allthe time.”
“Do you enjoy it? I would imagine it would be exhausting having to travel all the time. For fun, it’s worth it, but for work, it sounds…taxing.”
“Eh, it can be. There are some weeks I’d rather chew off my own arm than get on another plane, but, I don’t know.” He shrugs, looking down at me. “Some assignments are better than others.”
“So what is it you do? I would assume you’re not selling houses across the country, that would take like…a lot of different licenses, right?” Shane is squirming in her seat and I would bet my morning coffee that her ass has fallen asleep.
Fitz clears his throat and when I look up at him he’s giving me a concerned look.
Oh, shit. Right.
“He’s an acquisitions manager, as well as an agent in New York,” I answer for him.
“Acquisitions manager?” Taylor frowns. “Wait, is that why you’re at Coleson?”
“He’s legally not allowed to talk about it, but yes. The Fitzgerald Firm is buying out Coleson from Jack and Barbara. They need to sell to be able to retire without going bankrupt—and I trust that this information stays in this group.” Everyone agrees, zipping their lips, nodding, or giving carefree shrugs—as if to saywho am I gonna tell?
“Wow. It’s so crazy to think that if Jack and Barbara never decided to sell you two would have never met.” Leah smiles and my cheeks grow red when I feel Fitz’s eyes on me.
“Isn’t it?” he agrees, and I know I’m in for an ear full when we leave here.
“Okay, my ass is falling asleep in this chair. Let’s move this party to the living room, shall we?” Shane stands up, shifting back and forth on her feet.
Ha! I freaking knew it.
I stand up to follow, and a cold chill shoots down my spine and my mouth begins to water.
