He nodded and moved without a word.
The three of us huddled over my computer, rereading the email several times before constructing one in reply. We deleted the first four attempts because it made us sound like teenagefangirls instead of the mature business owners we were. The email we ended up sending had us sounding like mature fangirls, which was so much better.
Chapter 11
“You will not believe what happened today.” My body was humming while I stared at Bradford’s perfect face on my phone.
Bradford’s smile matched my chaotic energy. “What?”
“Faith Taylor.TheFaith Taylor emailed us and said she wanted to work on Aurora’s project with us.”
Bradford’s mouth hung open just like Aurora’s had done when we told her that morning. “Rachel, that’s fucking incredible.”
I beamed. “I know. We haven’t even done a hard launch of the company yet, and with her behind us this is going to be unstoppable.” I bounced on the couch and then grabbed the phone, pacing the living room, not able to stay still.
“I don’t know what to say. I’m so happy for you.”
“If it makes you feel better, I don’t know what to say either and I’ve known about this all morning.”
“We can celebrate when I get back this weekend. I’m so fucking proud of you.”
We stared at each other with goofy grins on our faces. This made me love Bradford so much more; he wasn’t sardonic or hid his feelings behind an asshole wall. He didn’t have a problem showing his pride.
“Yes, we will definitely be celebrating this weekend.”
“We’ll have two things to celebrate,” he said, still smiling.
“Did you get the promotion?” I asked, happy he’d finally be home and no longer traveling every week.
Bradford’s face fell and his smile disappeared. “I meant our engagement.”
My body flushed so hot it felt like someone had pushed hot magma through my veins.
I’m an asshole.
“Shit, Bradford, I’m stupid. I feel like we’ve been engaged longer than just a weekend, and we both knew we’d end up getting married. I’m sorry.”
“Don’t worry about it, Rach. I know you’re overwhelmed with everything and it’s not every daytheFaith Taylor emails you.”
“You’re perfect, you know that? I cannot wait to be your wife.”
“You are the only one for me. I can’t wait to be your husband.” He yawned, snuggling deeper in his pillow.
“Are you tired?”
He nodded, his eyelids at half-mast.
“I’ll let you go.”
“No, I miss you. Can you just keep me on the phone?” His eyelids drooped even lower.
“I’m too amped up to sleep. Is it okay if I do work on my laptop?”
He nodded again, his mouth going slack. I grabbed my laptop and settled down in bed, working on Aurora’s project, tweaking things now that Faith was behind the brand. A loud snore had me jumping, and I almost dumped my laptop on the floor. Bradford was drooling on his pillow, his whole body slack, lost in his dreams. I watched him sleep for a minute before diving back into work, not remembering when I fell asleep.
My phone was off when I woke up that morning. Bradford no longer graced my screen. I stretched, almost knocking my laptop off the bed, forgetting it was even there.
My phone chimed while I was in the shower. After slathering myself in my favorite lotion, I checked my messages, seeing a text from Bradford.