Dear Rosie, (Love Letters #2)

“Lunch.” Maddox lifts a shoulder. Since his wife works for me—long story—Maddox spends half his lunches over here at my company. “And… I was told to find out the backstory between you and the caterer.”

I let my shoulders slump. “Can’t you two find something to talk about other than me?”

“Sorry, but it’s because we love you,” Maddox says with a completely straight face.

I throw the piece of paper at him.

But it’s still a flat page, so it goes about four inches before it floats back to my desktop.

“That should cost you at least one of your rings.” Maddox shakes his head like he really believes it.

“I was a wide receiver, not a fucking quarterback.” I push up to stand. “And if you agree to wait to ask me about the caterer until next week, I’ll pay for lunch today.”

Maddox stands too. “I didn’t say you were invited.”

I roll my eyes. “I’m always invited.”

SEVENTY-FIVE

Friday

Nathan: What sort of event are you working tonight?

Rosie: A third birthday party for triplets.

Nathan: For real?

Rosie: For real.

Nathan: So… what sort of food do they have?

Rosie: Everything has a theme of three.

Nathan: How does that work?

Rosie: *sends pic of food table*

Nathan: Are those melon balls?

Rosie: Yep. Watermelon, cantaloupe, honeydew. And since it’s not good to have toothpicks around a bunch of kids, I had to make my own out of a watermelon rind.

Nathan: Even Charles is impressed.

Rosie: I’m blushing.

Nathan: What flavor marshmallow did you make?

Rosie: Birthday cake. Not the most original, but I used a number 3 cookie cutter to stamp them out and covered them with sprinkles. The kids seem to like them.

Nathan: My birthday is in February. In case you forgot.

Rosie: I didn’t forget.

Saturday

Nathan: Do you want to just come over here and skip the bar tonight? Since we have those banana ’mallows to make?

Rosie: I still can’t believe you bought all that stuff.