his world without Miranda in it.
When Monday morning rolled around, he greeted it with mixed emotions. Miranda cooked them a great breakfast and he’d picked up some clothes from his apartment so he’d showered and dressed at her place. He’d texted Tony asking him to call a meeting to update everyone on the app’s considerable progress.
He finished loading the dishwasher and Miranda poured them each one last cup of coffee. As they sat down at the table to drink it, he checked his phone. They had about fifteen minutes before they had to leave. Although he couldn’t wait to show his buddies the exciting features of the app, he realized that a very special time was coming to an end.
Aside from Frazer, no one else knew that he and Miranda had spent the weekend together. Going public would affect the level of privacy. Couldn’t be helped.
He had an uneasy feeling about dealing with Frazer, though. Just because Miranda was clear on why they’d broken up didn’t mean Frazer understood the dynamic. He wasn’t the type to dig for reasons and Miranda wouldn’t have been unkind. She likely would have fallen back on the old standby line it’s not you, it’s me .
Reaching across the kitchen table, she gave his hand a squeeze. “You look nervous. Is it the app?”
He shook his head. “That’s solid thanks to you. I’m not saying it’s finished, but it will be, and soon.” He looked into her green eyes. “I have this crazy urge to book a flight for both of us to Tahiti or Bora Bora. Better yet, some remote island nobody goes to.”
“If it’s any consolation, I have the same urge.”
“I’m thinking tropical because we wouldn’t have to wear many clothes.”
She smiled. “We could live in a grass hut and I’d keep us fed with fruits and veggies that grew wild on the island.”
“Yeah.” He took her hand in both of his. “And I’d go out and gather all that stuff, which would be free for the picking. That would leave plenty of free time for making love.”
“On the beach at sunset.”
He squeezed her hand. “Or under a canopy of tropical foliage.”
“Or in the cozy confines of our little grass hut.”
Taking a deep breath, he glanced around him. “This may not be a grass hut, but we’ve lived in a kind of paradise all weekend.” He focused on her, her glorious cascade of dark hair, her green eyes and her beautiful smile. He committed the picture to memory. “I don’t want to leave it.”
“I know. Neither do I. But do you really want to live the rest of your life on a deserted island?”
“No.”
“Me, neither. So we have to go into the office today. If what we’ve found this weekend is supposed to last, it will.”
“As usual, you’re right.” He squeezed her hand. “You know, it’s a good thing we’re planning to sign that personal relationship thing. Your chin is suspiciously pink, like you’ve been kissing a bearded man.”
“I noticed that when I was putting on my makeup. I don’t care.”
“I should have shaved.”
“Absolutely not! I love your silky beard. It’s erotic. Sexy. Especially when you –”
“ And we have to go.” Releasing her hand he stood and adjusted the fit of his jeans. “Otherwise we’ll end up being late and your chin will be a much brighter pink.”
She laughed. “Okay.”
The drive in was short because she didn’t live far from the office. On the way they passed the grocery store where they’d had such a great time exploring the fresh produce aisle. He loved the place. “Just so you know, I’m shopping at your store from now on.”
“Great! Maybe we’ll run into each other.”
He felt a moment of panic. “What do you mean maybe we’ll run into each other ? You make it sound like we’ll only meet accidentally.”
She braked at a stoplight and glanced at him. “How do you want it to go from now on? We never actually discussed that.”
“I want it to be like this weekend, only longer.”
The light changed and she
When Monday morning rolled around, he greeted it with mixed emotions. Miranda cooked them a great breakfast and he’d picked up some clothes from his apartment so he’d showered and dressed at her place. He’d texted Tony asking him to call a meeting to update everyone on the app’s considerable progress.
He finished loading the dishwasher and Miranda poured them each one last cup of coffee. As they sat down at the table to drink it, he checked his phone. They had about fifteen minutes before they had to leave. Although he couldn’t wait to show his buddies the exciting features of the app, he realized that a very special time was coming to an end.
Aside from Frazer, no one else knew that he and Miranda had spent the weekend together. Going public would affect the level of privacy. Couldn’t be helped.
He had an uneasy feeling about dealing with Frazer, though. Just because Miranda was clear on why they’d broken up didn’t mean Frazer understood the dynamic. He wasn’t the type to dig for reasons and Miranda wouldn’t have been unkind. She likely would have fallen back on the old standby line it’s not you, it’s me .
Reaching across the kitchen table, she gave his hand a squeeze. “You look nervous. Is it the app?”
He shook his head. “That’s solid thanks to you. I’m not saying it’s finished, but it will be, and soon.” He looked into her green eyes. “I have this crazy urge to book a flight for both of us to Tahiti or Bora Bora. Better yet, some remote island nobody goes to.”
“If it’s any consolation, I have the same urge.”
“I’m thinking tropical because we wouldn’t have to wear many clothes.”
She smiled. “We could live in a grass hut and I’d keep us fed with fruits and veggies that grew wild on the island.”
“Yeah.” He took her hand in both of his. “And I’d go out and gather all that stuff, which would be free for the picking. That would leave plenty of free time for making love.”
“On the beach at sunset.”
He squeezed her hand. “Or under a canopy of tropical foliage.”
“Or in the cozy confines of our little grass hut.”
Taking a deep breath, he glanced around him. “This may not be a grass hut, but we’ve lived in a kind of paradise all weekend.” He focused on her, her glorious cascade of dark hair, her green eyes and her beautiful smile. He committed the picture to memory. “I don’t want to leave it.”
“I know. Neither do I. But do you really want to live the rest of your life on a deserted island?”
“No.”
“Me, neither. So we have to go into the office today. If what we’ve found this weekend is supposed to last, it will.”
“As usual, you’re right.” He squeezed her hand. “You know, it’s a good thing we’re planning to sign that personal relationship thing. Your chin is suspiciously pink, like you’ve been kissing a bearded man.”
“I noticed that when I was putting on my makeup. I don’t care.”
“I should have shaved.”
“Absolutely not! I love your silky beard. It’s erotic. Sexy. Especially when you –”
“ And we have to go.” Releasing her hand he stood and adjusted the fit of his jeans. “Otherwise we’ll end up being late and your chin will be a much brighter pink.”
She laughed. “Okay.”
The drive in was short because she didn’t live far from the office. On the way they passed the grocery store where they’d had such a great time exploring the fresh produce aisle. He loved the place. “Just so you know, I’m shopping at your store from now on.”
“Great! Maybe we’ll run into each other.”
He felt a moment of panic. “What do you mean maybe we’ll run into each other ? You make it sound like we’ll only meet accidentally.”
She braked at a stoplight and glanced at him. “How do you want it to go from now on? We never actually discussed that.”
“I want it to be like this weekend, only longer.”
The light changed and she
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