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“We’ll kick them out if they’re not heading out by two,” he says.
“Okay.”
Henry unmutes the call, and I text my sister.
“Sorry about that,” he tells Cian. “So, we’ve got plans tonight and won’t be back until late. Do you think we can meet up with you in Autre tomorrow?”
Me:Hey! I’m so excited to see you! We’ve got stuff going on tonight, but can we meet you in Autre tomorrow?
“Oh, yeah,” Cian says. “Sure. We should know better than to pop in. You guys are busy.” He chuckles. “I’mstillgetting used to you not dropping everything for me every time.”
Henry laughs. “I know.”
Cian chuckles too. “Okay, okay. I’ll go hang out with my sister and other people who love me and will be so excited to see me.”
“And we’ll be down there for breakfast,” Henry says.
“Okay, see you then.”
Scarlett:Okay! I have BIG news and I want to tell you in person! But… don’t blame me if other people get to hear it first…
I gasp and show Henry the message. “She’s the worst.”
He shakes his head. “She’s never going to tell other people somethingreallybig before she tells you. You’reyou.”
I take a breath and blow it out. “Okay. You’re right. Probably.”
He kisses me, then says, “We can go to Autre tonight if you need to.”
I shake my head. “No, I want to go on our date.” I kiss him, making sure he feels my sincerity. I pull back. “Honestly. They’re fine. They don’t need us to rearrange everything when they waltz into town unexpectedly.”
“Exactly.” Henry nudges me off his lap, and we both stand. “Let’s go get ready. Our reservation is at eight.”
We walk out to the car, hand in hand. I’m looking forward to the evening. We haven’t dressed up and gone out somewhere really nice in forever.
But I can’t stop wondering what Scarlett’s news is.
No, that’s not true. My twin connection is tingling, and I think I know what it is.
“Ruby?”
I look up at Henry. He’s got the car door open and is waiting for me to get in.
“Will that work?”
“Will what work?” I ask. Obviously, I missed his question.
“Can you get ready in time if I move the reservation up to seven?”
“Yes, but why would you do that?”
He grins. “Because I know you’re going to be itching to go to Autre. We can have dinner and head down there tonight.”
“But our evening…”
He leans in, brushes a kiss against my cheek, and then says in my ear, “I think we both know that I can do all the things I want to do to you tonight in the bed in Autre as easily as I can here.”
That’s very true.