Quadruplets Make Six

“Wait… what?” I asked.

“Galex? G. Alex? Graham Alexander? Sweetheart, the man you just messaged is Graham Alexander. The creator and CEO of the biggest technological security company in the world.”

I felt my stomach drop to my toes as my phone lit up in my hand. I looked down at my messages, watching Graham’s name blink at me. The pieces started falling into place with our conversations at the wedding. What he did for a living. How he mentioned he worked too hard and didn’t have time for a traditional relationship. How wonderful he had looked in that very expensive tuxedo.

I felt my face paling as Joanna looked over my shoulder.

“Did he respond? Shit, Libby. He responded. Click the message! What did he say?”

I opened up the message as my hands began to tremble.

And we meet again. Libby, it is wonderful to see your face pop up on my phone. The book I’m reading is one of my guilty pleasure books, Gone Girl. Ever read it?

I scanned the message over and over again as a bright smile crossed my cheeks.

“‘And we meet again’? Libby, what in the world does that mean? Do you know this man? And if so, then you have some serious stories to tell. He’s talking to you like he knows you.”

“I know he is,” I said with a grin.

Then, I sent him a message back.

I have read it. Even went to see the movie. Though I’m one of those people who will always devoutly believe the book is better than the movie.

“Okay, I want all the details. What have I missed, what have you left out, and how do you know the nation’s richest technological billionaire?” Joanna asked.

“If I tell you, you have to keep it to yourself, okay? It’s not… like me to do things like this. I’m still sort of wrapping my mind around it myself,” I said.

“Does this have anything to do with the revelation from this past weekend? How you want to move forward in your life and branch out?”

“Sort of, yes,” I said with a grin.

“Well, then I’m messaging the husband, telling him I’m crashing here, then we’re opening up the second bottle of wine I brought.”

“There’s another one?” I asked.

“Yep. Give me your glass. You're good with me crashing on your couch, right?”

“You know I am.”

“Good. Now give me that empty wine glass. It’s practically begging to be filled again.”

I grinned as my phone lit up in my hand again.

“What did billionaire handsome man say?” Joanna asked.

“He said, ‘I subscribe to that theory as well, but I don’t

get out to watch a lot of movies anyway.’”

“Tell him you’ll gladly make a movie with him,” she said.

“Joanna!”

“What!? He’s hot! I’d consider it,” she said as she poured me another glass of wine.

I typed another message back to him before I closed the dating app.

“Wait, what happened? Where did our entertainment for the night go?” Joanna asked.