8. Paisley
I waitto text Klein until the bachelorette weekend is over and I’ve dropped everyone off at the airport. As promised, I send him a simple text with the name of my company and the address. I follow it up with a second message detailing when we’re heading to the island and what the weather will be like.
Two hours later he responds.
I filed that napkin with the Arizona Bureau of Contracts.
If I were in his presence, I’d shake my head in exasperation. But since he can’t see me, I laugh. I type out a message and hit send.
That’s not a thing.
There’s one point we left out of the contract.
What’s that?
Three little dots appear. Disappear. Reappear. The message pops up.
You can’t fall in love with me, Royce.
Wouldn’t dream of it, Madigan.