Chapter 10

I pull out the document and scan it. It looks in order, so I sign it and stuff it back inside. Then on a whim, I write “Mr. Julian Kulle” on the envelope before putting it underneath the lantern. I peel off the gloves and jog back to the guesthouse. He darts out to pick it up and grins when he sees what I wrote.

Soon we’re back by our laptops.

“So I guess the time has come to argue over the last name,” he says and chuckles.

“It would seem like it.” I smile back, so fucking happy to see him a little lighthearted, finally. It warms my heart and I lean back in the chair, stretching my legs underneath the table. Maybe we’ll make it through this shitty situation after all.

Julian launches into a rant on why his last name is the superior one, but before I’ve gotten a word in, my phone rings.

“I gotta take this, love,” I say holding up the phone for him to see.

“Aha! Means you forfeit and I win.”