"No, not at all," I happily answer. I've never had a girlfriend who drank beer. They all thought it was disgusting and beneath them. In fact, two of them tried to get me to drink scotch, which I'm not a fan of and refused to do.

Nancy furrows her eyebrows, and her voice drops to the one she uses when she's gagging for gossip. "How is it you're getting married and don't know that your fiancée drinks beer?"

I wince inside and retort, "Well, you can't know everything about a person, can you? There's always some mystery left, right?"

Georgia chimes in, "Yes. Sebastian's right. Plus, I usually drink wine, especially at all the restaurants he takes me to."

That's my girl.

"No offense, Nancy, because you know this is my favorite place, but my schedule doesn't allow me to deviate away from the five-star restaurants in Dallas. The wine is the finest in the world and hard to avoid. You know what I'm saying?" I add.

Nancy thinks for a minute, then agrees. "Yeah, I guess you're right."

I continue, "I'm really thirsty, Nancy. Do you mind bringing some water with the beer?"

"Got it," she declares and leaves.

I breathe a sigh of relief. Nancy's one of the biggest town gossips. The less I can speak with her, the better.

Georgia asks, "So what did you work on all day?"

I think about all the times I thought about her, wondering what she was doing or how I spent hours fretting over what to order her.

Don't tell her that.

I tell a half-truth. "I worked on the merger."

"How's it going?"

"It's coming along," I lie. I'm far from close to closing it. But it'll eventually get done.

Georgia stares at me.

"What?" I uncomfortably ask.

"Do you like what you do?" she questions.

I don't have to think about it. "I love it."

"That's good. But don't you miss your family, with you living in Dallas?" she quizzes.

I open my mouth to say no, but then I shut it. Being home these last few days makes me realize how much I miss them. I should come back more to see them, especially my nieces and nephews. They've gotten so big, and I'm missing out on their lives. So I decide to be truthful, replying, "Yeah, I do miss them."

"So why don't you come home more?"

I glance at Nancy, mumbling, "Pretty obvious, isn't it?"

"You shouldn't let what other people say stop you from seeing your family. One day they might not be here. Trust me, I know," she points out.