Epilogue
What’s professional anyway?
Will
“You guys made out on the elevator? At work ?” Elodie asks, a wild light in her eye as she reevaluates her best friend. “Ruby, you are hot . Wow. I didn’t know you had that in you. You go, girl!”
“This is disgusting,” Roman grumbles. “I don’t need to know about your sexual escapades.”
“Oh, gross!” Ruby’s cute little nose wrinkles. “No one was having any sexual escapades . We were at work .”
I shove an apple tart in my mouth, waggling my eyebrows at Elodie and Sol across the table. Elodie giggles. Sol beams at me, bright as the sun.
“Well, I didn’t think anyone was supposed to be necking in the elevator at your fancypants office,” Roman retorts. “But here we are. Has anyone in that building heard of professionalism? Does your HR department exist purely as ornamentation?”
My eyebrows rise. He’s not exactly wrong.
“We’re the epitome of professionalism!” Ruby returns, offended. “What are you on about?”
Oh. Never mind. If my love says he’s wrong, then he’s wrong.
Man, I love the honeymoon phase.
Not a thought in my head, just Ruby. Absolute bliss.
“You just got done telling us about your professional behavior,” he says, dryly. “Plus, it’s 3:00 p.m. on a Wednesday, and you’re here. Not at work, where I’m pretty sure you’re being paid to be.”
“I’ll have you know,” Ruby sniffs. “That it’s a holiday.”
“It’s Valentine’s Day ,” he replies, dubious. “There’s no way you have time off on Valentine’s Day .”
“We went in earlier,” I put in. “For a mandatory holiday party. Made an appearance in front of Liam so we wouldn’t get fired. I wanted to stay, but Ruby wanted to make out in the elevator some more, and who am I to den- ow! Rubble!” I reach under the table to rub my shin, which my darling love has fairly decimated with her heel. “What was that for?” I grouse.
“Why do you care?” Elodie asks Roman. “Does this affect you… at all ?”
“Who’s talking to you, Sweet ?” he shoots back, practically swearing the nickname.
“Does this place sell popcorn?” I whisper at Sol. He shakes his head, eyes shooting between Roman and his sister, gears turning behind his eyes.
I frown. “There’s never any popcorn when you need it.”
“Eat another apple tart,” Ruby mutters. “Hand me one, too.”
I grab three from the table center, passing one to Sol before leaning into Ruby. I wrap my arm around her, tilting my head close to her ear. “You wanna Lady and the Tramp it?” I ask, full of foolish hope.
Surprisingly, she does not want to Lady and the Tramp it.
Sorrows.
“Just give me the tart,” she hisses. “We’re missing it!”
I pout, handing it over. “And here I thought you loved me now.”
She pauses, the appley goodness halfway to her mouth. Then, frowning, she slowly lowers it down.
“Fine,” she capitulates. “But if I miss the show, I’m taking the rest of your portion of the tarts for myself.”
I grin, moving in quick to peck her cheek.
“Love you, too, Rubble.”
She rolls her eyes, lips twitching. “Love you,” she replies softly.
“I’m saying, if Will and Ruby’s boss doesn’t care what they do, then why should you, Salty ?” Elodie mocks. “Maybe try minding your business?”
“Ruby and Will are my business,” Roman grumbles. “They’re my family.”
“We should totally give him a suite,” I tell Ruby.
She nods, laying her head on my shoulder. “A suite for both of them,” she murmurs while they continue to argue. “You can have one, too, Sol.”
My future wife, so generous.
“Do they have suites in the office?” she asks.
In the…
“What?”
“We’re getting married in the elevator,” she declares.
I grin.
Then I laugh.
My future wife, so perfect.