Meanwhile, Sara and my mom had spoken several times to coordinate our holiday feast. I’d done a good day’s work and it wasn’t even noon. We were dressed neat casual, quite a bit below the usual standard for Keen’s, but slipping the maitre d’ a fifty solved that problem in a hurry. My business is expanding rapidly—sometimes I think too rapidly—and I can see that Cara is being stretched too thin. We’ll have to go by then because we’re working on a baby. I’d pay you fifty and I plan to pay Cara eighty.”
Natalie sat quietly for several minutes and I could see her thinking. We walked straight into the living room with an eat-in kitchen off to the right. I can put you up in my house.”
(What about the honeymoon? Eventually, the discussion turned to work exactly as I had anticipated. Oh, I get it, talking about me, were you?”
I rose to take the beer she offered, sweeping her into my arms for a long deep kiss. That is some engagement ring. Why don’t we walk? Your dad is a bit more reserved, but he seemed to
