Page 87 of Every Bit As Perfect
I brought my hands to my face to find it bathed in tears.
“He wished for a man who was worthy of me to sweep me off my size fives and carry me away to my happily ever after.”I smiled through my tears.“Daire definitely swept me off my feet and he literally carries me everywhere.”
She laughed.“He actually carries you?”
“Yup.”I wiped my face and guffawed.“He picks me up to hug me to save his neck.Threw me over his shoulder after the fundraiser.Carries me to bed all the time.Says it saves time arguing.”
“You seem happy.”
“I am.You can see for yourself.He’ll be at dinner at Mom and Dad’s tonight.”
“Yeah?”
I shrugged.“I mean, Mom’s already half-adopted him.”
“Your parents seem to really like him.”
“I think they like him more than they like me,” I responded drily.
“Not true, Miss Harley!”My mom sailed into my office.“But I do absolutely love him for you.So does Dad.”
“Really?”
“Yes.”She nodded definitively.“Dad has spent a lot of time with him.They love the same authors and they’re both intensely interested in hiking.They’re planning a yearly excursion.”
“I love that,” I breathed, not realizing just how buoyed my parents’ approval would make me.“He doesn’t have a huge circle.Just his mom, her partner, John, and us.He’s in touch with a few friends from university, but not close to anyone other than Max.And me.”
“He’s a good person.The teachers who come to book club at Spill the Tea love him to death.”
“Oh, I bet they do,” I said drily.
She laughed.“You can’t deny he’s pretty, but honestly, they’re more enthralled with the difference he makes at the school.He takes absolutely zero shit from Natalia, apparently she’s a huge pain in the ass.He’s amazing with the special ed kids in his class.And he’s just endlessly kind.That’s what Michelle’s mom said.That’s quite a compliment.So, yes, Harley.We like him.”
“Natalia?”I cocked an eyebrow.
“Her son was in his class.She approached him twice after class and he went to the principal and had a meeting stipulating that further meetings would be supervised.”
“Friggity-frack,” Noelle breathed.“She must have come onto him like a steam train.”
I smirked.“Well, she’s never been known for subtlety.”
Mom slanted me a sly glance.“The fact that he apparently speaks so highly of you has them all swooning.”
Who does he talk about me with?
The ladies at book club talk about me?
My face flushed.
Do they think we’re a weird match?
“Who was talking?”
“Tsk, tsk,” Mom reprimanded me.“I cannot divulge the members of the Smut Hut.But they were all very positive and positively glowing when they spoke of you and him together.”She looks at me and her face softens as if she knows what I’m thinking.
Maybe she does.
I clear my expression.
