That Wedding: A Small Town, Friends-to-Lovers Romance (That Boy Series Book 2)

I’ve been thinking about what Danny said, and I might have stumbled upon a way to do it.

I’m going to plant a seed and hope it grows.

That’s how my mom always said she dealt with my dad, and my dad was more stubborn than I am. Somehow though, my mom was always able to get her way while, at the same time, making my dad think it was his idea.

I need to pull out the big guns—or maybe the small, subtle guns—to get Phillip to buy the house next door to Danny and Lori.

What do those ladies say in the movie My Big Fat Greek Wedding? Something about the man is the head, but the woman is the neck. How the neck controls which way the head looks.

I need to be the neck.

I need Phillip to look at the house and make the decision to buy it.

I can’t be the one to suggest it.

I need to find out how much they want for the house. I need to get Mr. Diamond to agree to let me spend it. Mr. D will be the one to tell Phillip it’s what my parents would’ve wanted.

No, wait! I have an even better idea!

We’ll make the money a gift from my parents.

Then, it will be our money.

We’ll go look at the house, and Phillip will say, Now, we can afford it. We’ll take it.

Or something like that.

Phillip will think it’s all his idea while I will act appropriately shocked and thrilled. Phillip will be my hero, and we’ll live happily ever after.

Gosh, I hope this works.