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Delilah: Stop telling me what to do

Me: I love you

Delilah: I see it wasn’t a command

A smile is stillon my face when we touch down at the private regional airport and Sammy exhales a ragged sigh. I look up to see the sweat streaking his face and grimace.

Standing, I button my suit jacket. “I’m glad we had thistalk, Sammy.” I use the back of my hand to pat his shoulder. “Don’t forget what I said.”

Then I walk to the front of the plane, toward the flight attendant who never got a chance to leave her seat during the flight. She has the jet door open, and steps deployed, waiting for me.

“Always a pleasure, Mr. Samson.”

I give her a nod as I exit the plane and straight to the car waiting for me.

My shoulders drop, my jaw loosens and the furrow in my brow gets replaced by smile lines around my mouth as I reread my messages. I can’t wait to see Delilah.

Chapter 46

Congrats, Baby

DELILAH

Glittering sparklers on top of the round cake illuminate the script writing in the center:Congrats, baby.

After making it through dinner with nothing but a smile on my face, the first sting of happy tears taunts my nose.

Adonis claimed he stopped tracking my phone weeks ago, but apparently that didn’t extend to the laptop I used on his WiFi.

“It was for a good cause,” he said sheepishly when he helped me out of the car and congratulated me earlier.

The boyish charm sparkling in his eyes had been enough to distract me allthrough dinner. That and his continuous touch. His hands haven’t strayed from me all night and I haven’t wanted them to.

Right now, his long fingers circle my wrist while he stamps kisses over my pulse point. I adore the mindlessgraze of his lips over my heated skin while his eyes roam from my face to the restaurant around us then back again.

And I won’t get started on how my thoughts turn to mush when I see the gentle smile on his face as he pulls away.

Adonis might have taken me for selfish reasons, but nothing compares to the way he shows up for me. He’s the first man I’ve ever believed would hurt himself before he hurt me.

I’m safe.

I’m protected.

I’m loved.

For once in my life, I can say all those things without a shred of doubt in my mind.

Tonight proves it but so has every day leading up to tonight.

Picking up the cake knife, I slant my head to scope out the best place to cut without messing up the message in the middle.

Adonis lets me go and sets a cake plate in front of me.

But I never get to carve out my slice because a soft voice pulls our attention to the edge of the table.

“Hi, I’m so sorry to interrupt but I couldn’t leave without saying something.”

My hand freezes above the dessert at the same time Adonis goes rigid beside me.