there was no point staying on.
Of course, he didn’t feel obliged to discuss his strategy with Brandon. “I’ll do it,” he huffed. “Give me a few days. Tell Ned to start preparing the paperwork. I will break up with her but not before the weekend. We’re going away to Cape Cod. After that, I will talk to her. When it’s done, I will confirm to you the news so you can pass on the message.”
“Thanks a lot. We owe you big time.”
Marco didn’t say anything. Brandon might owe him, but Marco wouldn’t collect. He wouldn’t be around to do so. As far as he was concerned, Marco had lost all faith and trust in Brandon. Marco no longer felt comfortable working with him. As soon as he got the chance, he was going to walk out, but he would only do it once the men were out. Later, they could deal with Ned any way they chose. He would get Stacy back and that was all that mattered.
“See you.”
He walked out. Marco was lost in thought as he strolled out of the warehouse. He’d made the commitment, and he would see it through, but he didn’t relish the idea of having this talk with Stacy. Perhaps he would soften her up during the Cape Cod trip and then break the news. Their breakup would be for show only; he didn’t really intend to lose the woman he’d lost his heart to. All he wanted was for Ned to think that they broke up, and then when everything was settled, he would get back together with her.
Marco walked to the restaurant where he was supposed to meet Stacy. She was coming straight from work, and they were going to have lunch together. He took a table and sure enough five minutes later, she walked in. No man was luckier than him. She was the epitome of beauty and grace. He was delighted to have her in his life and didn’t want to give her up because of that stupid Ned.
“How are you, handsome?”
“Good, and you.”
She took a seat and then cocked her head. “Another bad day?”
Man . He was sometimes astounded at her perceptiveness. “The job has its ups and down. But don’t worry, I have things under control.”
“I’ve no doubt you do. So shall we order?”
“Yeah? Wine?”
She wrinkled her brow. “Maybe just one glass. I don’t want to go back to office tipsy.”
“I am sure it will give your boss a thrill to see the fun side of you.”
“All my sides are fun, thank you very much.” She stuck her tongue out at him. When the waiter came, they both ordered the house wine and placed their orders. He chose pasta while she wanted a sandwich. As it was, they would end up sharing each other’s meal. It was so amazing to him that he could fall into this rhythm with her so easily while he never shared such relationship with another woman. There were so many firsts in this relationship, and he was quite positive that as time went on, there would be more of them.
“Is everything set for our Cape Cod plan?”
“I’ve already booked the tickets,” he said. “And my bag is packed.”
“Can’t wait. It will be nice to chill on the beach. It’s a little cold to go in the water, but I don’t mind wedging in front of the ocean and staring at the waves. There is something positively soothing about the sound of the ocean. It’s eternal, consistent.”
“Right.” He eagerly grabbed the glass of wine that the waiter brought over and took a sip. The wine slid down his throat, smooth and soft. “I am sure we will do more than just sit on the beach.”
“You have a one-track mind.”
“Hey, I was talking about some walking and shopping.”
“Yeah right!” She tapped her fingers on the desk. “Although I don’t mind shopping, it’s been a while since I went on a relaxing holiday. My vacations with Ned were…” She stopped and grimaced. “Sorry. I didn’t mean to bring him up.”
“It’s ok.”
“It’s just that my life with you is so different and easy that I can’t help