There was a sudden shrieking sound and a pop from high above. I looked up and saw a bright white sparkler dancing across the sky.
Fireworks…
I lay back in his arms and watched in awe as hundreds of colorful blossoms flashed across the dark night: There were huge heart shaped ones, ones that resembled dancing spiders, ones that crackled softly and fell in sheets of glittering rain, and several ones that spelled out my name in vibrant glitzy colors.
As another array of purple streamers strutted across the sky, I sat up and faced him. “Thank you so much. This was the best date I’ve ever had. Words can’t even describe…”
“I’m glad you liked it.”
“I’m not sure if I mentioned this to you today or not, but there was an article about me in The New York Post this morning…Joan thought I didn’t see it but I did. They’re still talking about the affair and making me out to be the aggressor. They think that—”
“Shhh,” he pulled me back into his arms. “I couldn’t care less what anyone else thinks about you.”
Chapter 20
Ethan
This was unfamiliar territory. This was dangerous.
I was no longer in control and I didn’t like it. At all.
All my thoughts were about Selena and my checklist didn’t have a viable explanation for that. I’d accounted for the psycho dates who thought about me all the time—the ones who left crazy voicemails and called me at all hours of the night just to say “Hello,” but I never considered what it would mean if I thought about someone all the time.
Besides, Selena was the exact opposite of almost every point on my checklist. Sure, she was sexually attractive and completely adorable, but she was also quite frustrating.
She was the most confrontational woman I’d ever met, she pouted when she didn’t get her way, and she was the one setting the pace of our relationship, not me.
Worst of all, she made me watch romantic comedies—lots of them. I didn’t understand why I needed to watch Matt Sterling and Matthew McConaughey take their shirts off eighty different ways, why every couple had to share a dramatic kiss in the rain, or why the characters professed their love for one another after a mere two weeks.
Each and every one of those movies was terrible, but I was willing to do anything to spend time with Selena.
She and I met for dinner every evening. We talked on the phone for hours and hours every night, and we spent every free moment relaxing at the hidden beach.
I looked forward to the sound of her laughter, the sight of her smile. I anticipated each second we spent together and fell asleep dreaming about our next encounter. I didn’t even realize how much time had passed by.
“Are you there Ethan?” Selena waved her hand in front of my face.
“I’m sorry. What were you saying?”
“You have to watch this part! It’s crucial to the film!”
I looked at the romance movie we were watching, The Notebook, and saw that for the umpteenth time, the characters were about to kiss. In the rain.
“Do you truly enjoy watching this stuff or are you doing this to torture me?” I sighed.
“I love it! The kiss in the rain is what makes the movie romantic! It’s what makes their love official and shows that it’s meant to be! Without the rain, the promises they made to each other don’t mean anything!”
She can’t be serious…
“So, let me get this straight. You can make me watch twenty romantic comedies, but you can’t watch The Godfather once?”
“Exactly.”
“And why is that?”
“Because that’s a guy movie.”
“Okay? Romantic comedies are for women. What’s your point?”
“I don’t need one,” she made her ‘how dare you ask me this’ face. “You always win at board games so I always get to choose what movie we watch. I think that’s quite fair. Plus, it’s my suite and my TV. Now shut up so we can watch the kiss in the rain!”
Of course…
“You’re impossible,” I kissed her and tried not to complain for the rest of the movie.
My executive assistant called me at five in the morning. “Hello? Mr. Lockwood?”
“Make it quick.”
“The board said they have all the information they need regarding the assignment. They said you can come back now.”
Now? I’m not ready!
“Um, tell them I’m still looking into some things and I’ll need to stay here the full six weeks, maybe a little longer,” I hung up.
I wasn’t ready to leave. I wanted to spend a lot more time with Selena—we hadn’t even had sex yet. But I promised myself I wouldn’t be intimate with her until I admitted that I was the CEO of Autumn Wonder, until I was as honest with her as she’d been with me.
I thought about numerous ways to break it to her, but every time I attempted to she went into another memory she had of Sweet Seasons, another story about how the community members were trying their hardest to save it from the “greedy dickheads at Autumn Wonder.”
My phone rang again. Barry.
“Hello?”
“What’s her name?” he laughed.