Bree’s POV
On Monday morning I smile to myself as I check my emails at my work desk.
My weekend turned out to be not so bad after all.
After the whole debacle over the red roses and merlot, Reese and I had a great time ordering in some pasta and getting to know each other a little more.
Overall, it turned out to be quite an enjoyable night.
I did not even mind that he ended the night with a brief, slightly awkward, hug.
I am totally cool taking it slow.
On Sunday, I went into the office for a few hours to work ahead and then went home and took a long, relaxing bubble bath and turned in early.
Now I feel well-rested and ready for whatever this week brings.
Which, apparently, it brings a wedding to Cranston at the end of it.
“Knock-knock.”
I look up and give an absent wave as E
