One month later…
Lucy zipped her suitcase closed and set it on her bed.
Her life had changed dramatically since that night she’d said yes to dinner in Paris. Over the last month, she’d traveled with Conor to Morocco, Portugal and the United States, and they were due to leave for his Italian palazzo later this evening.
By allowing herself to relax and trust, and to experience life beyond her online world, she’d invited in the most splendid romance.
Maeve spun in with a couple outfits on hangers. “Which one looks most open to getting to know the boss better without looking desperate?”
Lucy perused the colorful selections. “The purple works with your pale skin tone.”
Maeve nodded in agreement. “Italy is going to be so fun! You’ve found the life that’s been waiting for you, Lucy. Conor Gavin fits you perfectly.”
They’d shared dinner as a threesome a few times. Conor had quickly figured out that color was Maeve’s way of showing the world her emotions. And he’d secretly asked Lucy if he should fund her goal of opening a shop that would offer all those fabulous colors as paints and homeware, but Lucy had said to let it be. He was very cognizant now that he could not buy his way out of an argument, or even improve her mood with money.
“I love him. So, when does the boss pick you up for your couples’ retreat?”
“Soon. It’s just a fake, though. We’re going undercover to suss out the guy who leads the retreats who could also be a potential artist for The Art Guys. I know Mr. Dane has no real interest in me. Alas.” Maeve sighed. “It’ll be a struggle to keep my eyeballs off him.”
“The Face is a handsome one,” agreed Lucy, calling Maeve’s boss by his famous nickname. “And I think he might like you. I saw the way he looked at you at the gallery showing last week.”
“He looks at everyone that way. It’s his natural charm. But I’ll take it.” Maeve hugged her. “I’m so happy for you, Lucy. You took a chance by stepping out of your comfort zone, and look at you now.”
A knock on her open bedroom door was followed by Conor. “Am I interrupting, ladies?”
“Not at all.” Maeve met him with a high five and left the two of them alone.
“You ready?” he asked.
Lucy patted her suitcase. “Let’s do this!”
“Great, but first, there’s something I need to do.”
“Like wha—” Lucy gaped as he went down on one knee before her and took her hand. “Are you serious?”
“I love you, Lucy. You make my life interesting and fun—and so real—and I can’t imagine living it without you. Would you be my bride?”
“Oh, Conor.” Hands shaking, she dropped to sit on his bent leg and kissed him. “Yes,” she said. “I’m one very lucky duck.”
They kissed, and as Lucy pulled away, her eyes fell on the crystal duck purse on her dresser. Had it just winked?
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