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“Do you have another idea for the card?” Levi asked, and I shook myself out of my thoughts.
“Some, but they’re all fun. You might regret this.”
“I don’t think I will.”
His phone rang and he pulled it from his pocket with a frown.
“Work calls, huh?” I asked.
“It’s fine. I can?—”
“No,” I said firmly. “We’ve gotten through a lot of marriage talk today. Take me back to the office and I’ll head home.”
“I have time.”
“And I know you’re lying. Seriously, go do your job.”
Levi’s phone rang again, earning another glare from him.
But I didn’t feel like I could monopolize him anymore. He’d already done way too much as far as fake fiancés went. I was fine to head home and scream about this in private.
“Fine,” he said. “I suppose I should reschedule those meetings.”
“You didn’t even reschedule them? What kind of CEO are you?”
“The one who wants to spend time with his fiancée. Which we could do more of.”
“I’ve stolen you enough for the day.” I took the last bite of hot chicken and stood. “Let’s get back to your office.”
Levi frowned again and said something under his breath. I turned with a raised eyebrow. “Sorry, just planning for the future. But if you insist we head out, then let’s go.”
He ran to the bathroom before we headed out.
The drive was short. For once, traffic didn’t slow us down, and I was ready to be alone in my car. Levi’s phone continued to go off, though he forwent answering anything while in the car with me. Instead, we talked about wedding plans.
He pulled into the spot next to my car.
I got out, planning to go right to my own.
“Amy, wait.”
I stilled and turned to him. “What’s up?”
He walked over to me with one hand lifted.
“You still have hot-chicken hands.”
“I washed them. I was ...” He trailed off and I tilted my head.
“You were what?”
“I just wanted to?—”
“Levi!” a voice called. “Funny seeing you here! I need to talk to you about who I’m?—”
I turned to see Sally walking toward us. When her eyes met mine, she stopped in her tracks.
“Amy Willard?” she asked. Her gaze darted between us. Levi was close—too close, even.