Chapter 50

50

Truly

That afternoon, I head over to Charlotte’s bar, when my phone pings with a text.

It’s from my guy.

Jason : Good luck. I can't wait to hear how it goes.

Truly : I can’t wait to tell you.

I put my phone away, loving the certainty that he’ll be here for me however this goes.

When I reach the Lucky Spot, I walk straight over to my best friend. It’s early, so it’s not crowded yet.

“Hey, you!”

“I have a brilliant idea.”

“I happen to like brilliant ideas. Do tell.”

I point to her, then to me. “You. Me. Parisian-themed bar. What do you think?”

She gasps . . . says nothing . . . just stands there, bug-eyed. Finally, she finds words. “That. Sounds. Kick-ass.”

I smile. “I know, right? Two awesome women running a brand-new place together. We’d do a great job. Don’t you think?”

“We’d do an amazing job.”

“And screw investors. I have some money saved.”

“I’ve got plenty saved too.”

“And we could take out loans for the rest. I know it’d be incredible, and you once said you wanted to do a Parisian-styled bar.”

“I absolutely do.”

“Do you think Spencer would be cool with it? I know you guys run this place together, but I kind of just want to do something with us. You and me. Girl power.”

“Gee, let me ask him. Hey, handsome,” she calls out to her husband at the other end of the bar.

“That’s me,” he replies.

“Question for you.”

He strides over, a curious glint in his green eyes. “Ask away, Snuffleupagus.”

“What would you think about Truly and me starting a place all our own? A little Parisian-themed place.”

He flashes his winning grin, one of the many things that stole her heart years ago. “I’d say Vive la France .”

“That’s it?” I ask with a laugh.

He shrugs. “Some things in life are easy. I’ve always thought the two of you would make a good business combo. And as I like to say, happy wife equals happy life. Sounds like this would make my wife happy.”

Charlotte plants a kiss on his lips, and when she breaks it, he adds, “And you can count on me to order the first glass of vino.”

My friend turns back to me with a cat-that-ate-the-canary smile and extends a hand. “Hello, new business partner. Nice to meet you.”

“Nice to meet you too.”

When I see Jason later that night, he gives me the most delicious congratulatory kiss.

It almost makes me forget what I wanted to say to him. “Thank you for the brilliant idea.”

He shakes his head. “No. It wasn't my idea. It was yours. It was what you wanted to do all along. All I did was remind you.”

“It was more than a reminder, but how about you remind me now of where kisses with you can lead to.”

He grins. “I can definitely remind you of that.”

And he does, all night long.