“Hey,” he said cheerfully as he entered the kitchen. “You’re still up late.”
“I just couldn’t sleep tonight,” I replied calmly.
He crossed the kitchen floor and kissed my left cheek. I let him touch me, which was the very first lie I told him using my own body.
“Big day coming up tomorrow,” he mentioned while opening the stainless steel refrigerator. “Your dad’s team finally sent over the last review notes, so we are extremely close to finalizing everything.”
“How close are we?” I asked, keeping my tone curious.
“Close enough that we should definitely celebrate this coming Friday,” he grinned, pulling out a bottle of sparkling water
“Will it just be the two of us?” I inquired softly.
“Maybe your dad will join us, or perhaps the legal team,” he suggested smoothly. “It will look great for the public, showing true family confidence in the venture.”
“That sounds absolutely perfect,” I smiled so gently that I almost believed my own performance.
His cell phone buzzed loudly on the stone counter, and he glanced down at it a bit too quickly. I looked away just slowly enough to appear indifferent. He picked it up, read whatever text had flashed across the screen, and his features softened before he remembered I was sitting right across from him.
