TessI was growing increasingly excited about seeing Tucker. With each passing day and every conversation I felt myself growing more and more fond of him.
Monday seemed to drag by. Minutes felt like hours. The day started with a meeting. I had a presentation that morning and I was a bit nervous, then a business model meeting with Mr. Fairfax, meetings with clients, lunch, phone calls and emails and finally I sat down with Neal to discuss notes and clarified some questions for management.
I was packing up some things to take home when the receptionist buzzed my office.
“Yes Amie?”
“Ms. Allen, your fiancé is on line 2.”
“Thank you, Amie. Have a good night.”
“You’re welcome. You too!”
“Hey Grier, is everything okay?”
“Yes, why?”
“You usually don’t call me on the office line.”
“I call
