Loving a Man Who Forgot Me Novel Chapter 47
“Do you think Nash meant it when he said he would get us into his next fight?” he asked around the last mouthful of pancake he shoveled into his mouth.
“I’m sure he did,” I told him as I rose, and cleared our plates.
“We should do that then. Make a weekend in Vegas of it. Maybe even take a few extra days. His next fight is in January.
We could tie it into the new year. Wouldn’t that be fun? Our first vacation together. “It would. We’ll need to put in for the time off right away though.” I laced my words with as much enthusiasm as I could muster.
It wasn’t that I didn’t want to take the trip with Jason. I did. It was just . . . honestly, I didn’t know why I wasn’t more excited, but I was relieved Jason didn’t notice, and he left on cloud nine.
I stared at my perfectly spotless kitchen, and then, sighing deeply, dropped my head to the counter. Was there such a thing as someone being too perfect? A man who made breakfast and cleaned up had to be.
NO! You idiot. I sat up and could have slapped myself. What was I doing? I was happy with Jason, happier than I’d thought I ever would be again. Abel would go back to New York tomorrow like he always did, and everything else would go back to the way it was supposed to be.
When Jason returned that evening, it was with a huge bouquet of flowers and an infectious smile. I answered the door in my robe and was swept into his arms immediately.
“You’re early,” I laughed as he carried me backwards into the house. “I know.” He squeezed me around the waist and dropped a kiss on my lips before setting me back on my feet. “Go finish getting ready and I’ll get these into water.” He waved the flowers.
“They’re beautiful, any particular reason for them? It’s not my birthday yet. Don’t tell me you got them for Abel,” I teased. “Funny. I don’t need a reason except that I want to brighten your day the way you brighten mine every time I see your face.” God, this man.
He was so sweet and thoughtful I almost burst into tears right there. Instead, I shoved the torrent of emotions down and offered him an adoring smile, even while my stomach sank. “You’re too good to me,” I whispered.
“Not nearly good enough,” he countered. “Now go, get dressed.” He abandoned me there in the hall, where I stood for a long moment before I returned to the bathroom to finish dressing.
I thought longingly of the ice blue, party dress I had coveted on my shopping outing with Addie yesterday. She’d tried her best to talk me into it, yet I refused out of sheer stubbornness. I slipped into my boring black sheath dress with three-quarter sleeves.
It was pretty and flattering, but the dress yesterday had matched my eyes and made them pop, and I’d loved the way it flared around my thighs.
Oh well, I sighed. The black dress was fine for the party. It wasn’t a new dress occasion, I told myself. I twisted my hair back into a simple chignon at my nape, and took one last look in the mirror, satisfied with my light makeup.
A sort of smoky eye was about the extent of my skill level with a makeup brush. I never tried to be very adventurous in the makeup department for that reason. I applied a little gloss to my lips and then sauntered into my bedroom, eyeing my footwear choices.
I was tempted to go with the sex-kitten black heels with the studded stem. They were sexy and gorgeous and didn’t get taken out of the closet nearly enough, but instead chose a more sensible pair of cute flats. It wasn’t the night for sex-kitten shoes.
“You look stunning,” Jason greeted me in the kitchen. I swept my hands over the bodice of the dress. “It’s nothing special. You’ve seen me wear this dress a hundred times.” It was my go-to LBD.
“And you look beautiful every time.” He rested his hands on my hips and eyed me hungrily. “Stop it,” I laid my hand on his chest, “or we won’t make it to the party.” He let out a low chuckle and kissed my forehead. “Then we better go before that sounds any more enticing.”