Work. She had to get back into her work. Too many days of moping, of love, of everything but her company. And despite as much as she hated her father, the company was important to her.
Catching the last shuttle flight from Boston back to New York, the car waiting, loving the service she used, rather than risking either of her vehicles at the airport. Smiling at the doorman, sweeping in in a snow white business suit, a long silk trench over it to combat the rain. Her hair swept up into a bun, kidskin bag in her hand and, as always, a phone earpieced to her ear.
"I told you. I'm not having a party. No.'
Slipping into the apartment, dropping her bag and kicking off her heels.
"Because I am not having a bacherlorette party. I... I will allow a dinner party that you all might meet Adam but.. NO! I'm not kidding, Salls. No. Now.. I'm home. I'm going. Does this sound like a phone hanging up?'
With that, she ripped the bud from her ear and flung the phone across the room.
Hand raised beyond the couch, fingers wiggling and a grunt as the puppy on his stomach leapt from the floor, bounding for the woman. Groaning, taking into a sit, adam smiled softly at her, his wife-to-be, and opened up his arms playfully.
Chuckling into that voice, tired eyes blinking up at her before awarding the woman a sweet smirk. Hands lifted, fingers smoothing over the womans tightened hair, purring softly.
"I love you."
Sighing in releif, hands tucking bahind his head, looking at her with those nigh obsessive glassy hazels. Adam's thoughts had never ceased to be that of his new wife-to-be. How absolutely fabulous it would be to be married to the one woman he'd never thought he'd ever have a chance for.
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Catching the last shuttle flight from Boston back to New York, the car waiting, loving the service she used, rather than risking either of her vehicles at the airport. Smiling at the doorman, sweeping in in a snow white business suit, a long silk trench over it to combat the rain. Her hair swept up into a bun, kidskin bag in her hand and, as always, a phone earpieced to her ear.
"I told you. I'm not having a party. No.'
Slipping into the apartment, dropping her bag and kicking off her heels.
"Because I am not having a bacherlorette party. I... I will allow a dinner party that you all might meet Adam but.. NO! I'm not kidding, Salls. No. Now.. I'm home. I'm going. Does this sound like a phone hanging up?'
With that, she ripped the bud from her ear and flung the phone across the room.
"Baby, I'm home."
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"Babycakes! How was work?"
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"The less you play with him, the less he'll like you.'
Laughing more at the kitten's hissing snort, she slunk over to Adam, curling down into his arms.
"Hated it. Don't wanna go back' Poutiing, sniggling like a little girl. "Don't make me, Daddy."
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"I love you."
Sighing in releif, hands tucking bahind his head, looking at her with those nigh obsessive glassy hazels. Adam's thoughts had never ceased to be that of his new wife-to-be. How absolutely fabulous it would be to be married to the one woman he'd never thought he'd ever have a chance for.
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