“Let’s find out.”
I stood up and opened the door.
Daniel, our department director, stood there with his wife Susan, Mike, and several coworkers.
And if you thought that was everything I’d planned for Robert, you were wrong.
This was only the beginning.
Someone knocked.
“Welcome! You’re early!”
Robert looked past me.
His grin vanished. “Sarah. No. You didn’t.”
“What’s wrong?”
He yanked his feet away. “How could you do this to me?!”
This was only the beginning.
Daniel hesitated. “We can come back.”
“No!” Robert grabbed his socks. “It’s a misunderstanding.”
Susan stared at the towel. “Were you cutting his toenails?”
“Apparently, that’s part of my future job description.”
“Sarah!” Robert snapped.
No. You didn’t.
Mike raised an eyebrow. “Seriously?”
“She’s joking!” Robert said. “I can take care of myself.”
“Perfect. Then prove it.”
I pulled out the gift box. “Your wedding present.”
He tore off the wrapping paper.
