Page 51 of We're Just Pretending
As all the kids were zigzagging around us, playing, Mr. Truman stood from his beach chair and raised his water bottle for a toast. “I’d like to say something to my dear wife. As I see my sons become fathers, I feel it’s necessary to thank her for putting up with me for all of these years. Running a large company meant that I wasn’t always around, and therefore she ended up doing a lot of the work, alone. If I could go back in time and do things differently, then I would. You truly are the love of my life.”
The boys and Gavin hugged her, as she dabbed at her eyes with the hem of her swimsuit cover-up.
After the toast, the others joined together to play a game of beach volleyball, as Mr. and Mrs. Truman cheered them on. But Gavin and I soon found ourselves standing staring out over the surf, enjoying the breeze as it wafted in our faces. I held Gideon in my arms, and we watched the waves crash against the shore as Gavin wrapped his arm around my waist.
I silently gave thanks, remembering my mother’s love and my mysterious Uncle Michael’s generosity. And, of course, for the two homes Gavin and I owned, one in River Valley and the other here in my beloved Hawaii. Most of all, though, I was thankful for the love that my husband and I shared — a love I never knew existed before I met him.
Gavin looked down at me and smiled. “I love you, Crystal.”
“I love you too, Gavin.”
“Are you happy, sweetheart?”
“I’m living my dream.”
When I was least expecting it, I had found my happily ever after.
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I should have never asked him out.
But don’t judge me.
It was a dare.
He looked hot at the nightclub, even though he stuck out like a sore thumb in a perfectly tailored suit.
Long story short – He said no when I asked him out.
Well, screw you, Mr. Big Shot.
That turned us from strangers to enemies pretty quickly.
And then… I applied for a new job.
It was a secretarial position.
Nothing fancy.
And definitely not at a firm that he owned.
Of course, I forgot that Mr. Big Shot does, in fact, own half of Las Vegas.
So, now here I am…
Standing in front of my worst enemy with a resumé in hand.
He gives me a smirk and checks me out.
And his next words will determine my fate.
You think I’ll get the job?