Chapter 4
He had been so lost in thought that he almost missed the entrance to the diner. He chided himself and retraced his steps. He quickly found an empty table in a corner and sat down gratefully. He was starving, so he was relieved that the place was not as crowded as it usually was. He had just finished ordering his lunch when his phone beeped, signaling another text. It was Edward. He grinned like an idiot as he read the message.
Hey, babe. Thanks for the chocolates. A tad excessive though. I can’t finish six pounds of chocolates all by myself. I’ve shared them with Seth, my temporary personal assistant. I hope that is okay with you. By the way, let me make one thing clear: I am the luckiest motherfucker because you love me.