has so many employees, and we observe everyone is working diligently on their projects. I spot Marcus immersed in his work, and I quietly pop my head in the door. “Boo!” I yell. It startles him, and he excitedly gets up from his desk. “Ahhhh Bonjour Belle! Finally!” He says in his beautiful French accent, as he swaggers over to hug and kiss me. I can tell Ash is a bit put off, by the show of affection. The look on his face tells me so. Hmmmm, a little jealous maybe? Ah ha! A side of Ash I haven’t seen. After all, Marcus is a very handsome man, tall, well built, dark hair, and beautiful dark eyes, with an ever so sexy French accent.
He extends his hands, “Olivia! Tue s Tres Jolie! Ravissant! Let me see you… Turn around... You look so happy.” He spins me around, and takes me into his arms.
I give him a hug, as he kisses me on the cheek.
With a flirty grin on his face, he notices Ash, “And who may I ask is this handsome man with you?”
I introduce him to Ash, and proudly display my left hand, indicating that we are engaged.
He gasps, “Your fiancé, Belle? Félicitations et meilleurs voeux !”
I have no idea what Marcus just said, but Ash sure does. Of course he knows French. Why would I think he didn’t? He knows everything. He confidently reaches out for Marcus’ hand, and gives him a firm handshake.
“Merci beaucoup, nous sommes très heureux ainsi!”
I put my hand on my hip and think, ‘ Okay, whatever that means’ . I have no idea, but the two seem to be entertaining each other with this banter.
Marcus throws his head back, laughs and the two of them continue to communicate. Lainey and I look puzzled, and have no clue what they’re saying, but Ash is smiling so I can only assume its pleasant dialogue. Marcus is disporting, testing Ash, and Ash is testing him right back. Male testosterone is dominant at this very moment, and it has suddenly become war of the words. I sense that Ash isn’t quite sure how to take Marcus, and thankfully Lainey quickly diffuses the situation. She holds her hand up signaling a time out. “Marcus, Ash, Mom—I was thinking we could all do lunch, and head out to look at the condos I’ve got scheduled for us. Kellan let me use the Suburban today, so we’ll all ride together if that’s okay…”
“Parfait!” Marcus exclaims.
Lainey’s made reservations for us at a nice Galleria area restaurant. Driving past the Galleria, I think back to when I lived in Houston. I would take the kids ice skating there, and we had so much fun. I would laugh until I cried, as we would ice skate - me holding onto the wall for dear life!
At lunch, Marcus and Ash immediately resume their conversation. Marcus seems to be interested in what Ash has to say, but I can tell by Marcus’ body language that he’s guarded. He’s reserving his opinion of Ash for later. Lainey and I are talking nonstop about the units she’s got lined up for us to see, and I can’t wait to get started. I’m not very hungry, and find myself just picking at my food, moving it around the plate, just hoping everyone will hurry and finish.
The first two units we look at are nice, but very contemporary, and are in the popular upper Kirby area. The first one is very small, and I can tell Ash isn’t impressed by the blank look on his face. I giggle, and whisper in his ear, “I don’t think this is us…do you?” He puts his arm around me, and suggestively remarks in a hushed voice, “Definitely not. It’s too cramped, and everyone would hear us.” I laugh, and suggest to Lainey we go on to the next stop. As we walk the second unit, Ash pulls me to the side with the same uncertain look on his face.
“Liv, I don’t know what you’re thinking, but I definitely think this loft thing isn’t gonna work for us. Much too small, and too damn contemporary. I don’t like it at all, but what do you think?”
In my mind, I’m thinking I’d be happy just to stay in a hotel when we come to Houston, or
He extends his hands, “Olivia! Tue s Tres Jolie! Ravissant! Let me see you… Turn around... You look so happy.” He spins me around, and takes me into his arms.
I give him a hug, as he kisses me on the cheek.
With a flirty grin on his face, he notices Ash, “And who may I ask is this handsome man with you?”
I introduce him to Ash, and proudly display my left hand, indicating that we are engaged.
He gasps, “Your fiancé, Belle? Félicitations et meilleurs voeux !”
I have no idea what Marcus just said, but Ash sure does. Of course he knows French. Why would I think he didn’t? He knows everything. He confidently reaches out for Marcus’ hand, and gives him a firm handshake.
“Merci beaucoup, nous sommes très heureux ainsi!”
I put my hand on my hip and think, ‘ Okay, whatever that means’ . I have no idea, but the two seem to be entertaining each other with this banter.
Marcus throws his head back, laughs and the two of them continue to communicate. Lainey and I look puzzled, and have no clue what they’re saying, but Ash is smiling so I can only assume its pleasant dialogue. Marcus is disporting, testing Ash, and Ash is testing him right back. Male testosterone is dominant at this very moment, and it has suddenly become war of the words. I sense that Ash isn’t quite sure how to take Marcus, and thankfully Lainey quickly diffuses the situation. She holds her hand up signaling a time out. “Marcus, Ash, Mom—I was thinking we could all do lunch, and head out to look at the condos I’ve got scheduled for us. Kellan let me use the Suburban today, so we’ll all ride together if that’s okay…”
“Parfait!” Marcus exclaims.
Lainey’s made reservations for us at a nice Galleria area restaurant. Driving past the Galleria, I think back to when I lived in Houston. I would take the kids ice skating there, and we had so much fun. I would laugh until I cried, as we would ice skate - me holding onto the wall for dear life!
At lunch, Marcus and Ash immediately resume their conversation. Marcus seems to be interested in what Ash has to say, but I can tell by Marcus’ body language that he’s guarded. He’s reserving his opinion of Ash for later. Lainey and I are talking nonstop about the units she’s got lined up for us to see, and I can’t wait to get started. I’m not very hungry, and find myself just picking at my food, moving it around the plate, just hoping everyone will hurry and finish.
The first two units we look at are nice, but very contemporary, and are in the popular upper Kirby area. The first one is very small, and I can tell Ash isn’t impressed by the blank look on his face. I giggle, and whisper in his ear, “I don’t think this is us…do you?” He puts his arm around me, and suggestively remarks in a hushed voice, “Definitely not. It’s too cramped, and everyone would hear us.” I laugh, and suggest to Lainey we go on to the next stop. As we walk the second unit, Ash pulls me to the side with the same uncertain look on his face.
“Liv, I don’t know what you’re thinking, but I definitely think this loft thing isn’t gonna work for us. Much too small, and too damn contemporary. I don’t like it at all, but what do you think?”
In my mind, I’m thinking I’d be happy just to stay in a hotel when we come to Houston, or
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