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“Thank you, Lana. This looks delectable, as do you.”

I nod. “Dig in.”

I throw on some light classical music and light two candles on the table to achieve a whole experience. There’s a series of “mmms” and “wows” throughout dinner. Once he completely clears his plate, I get up to grab those tarts.

“Ready for dessert?” I ask, giving him a seductive look.

“Yes,” he grumbles in a voice two octaves lower than his normal one. He stares at me, as if he’s looking through my clothes. I might as well not have anything on at this point.

I bring the tart over on one plate and sit on the table right in front of him. He moves my legs so they’re surrounding him. I lean down and feed it to him. He takes half of it and closes his eyes while digging his hands into my hips.

I take a small bite of the tart for myself. That’s his cue to attack. He pulls me down so I’m on his lap and kisses my neck and then my mouth, trying to sneak a taste of the tart from elsewhere. I let him explore my mouth. Then he pulls away, leaning his forehead against mine.

“It kills me to say this, but we need to get going. I wish we had more time. I’m going to have to wait for more dessert until later. You need to go pack, baby.”

My heart is beating so fast. I was thinking things wouldescalate. I have more under this dress I wanted him to see. I guess I’ll have to wait.

I get up to go to my room to pack, and he tries to hang onto me until the last possible second.

“I may need to take a cold shower while you pack,” he calls out.

I start laughing, feeling desired by someone I can’t get enough of. I hope he’s falling in love as much as I am.

Chapter 46

Lana

We’re piled up in a black sedan with Andrew driving. When I say piled, I mean Queenie is in the front seat enjoying her fur blowing in the wind, while Grant has my legs over his in the backseat. I’m glad I’m done driving for the day.

We’re on a time crunch to get...somewhere. Where somewhere is, I have no clue. Scarlett and Matt’s wedding is soon, so she’ll need us for the next couple days, but not tonight. Grant has thought this out. I don’t care what surprise he has planned; the thought he has put into it is already impressive.

Ryan, for instance, never surprised me. He never bought me flowers, came home early, or stopped by while I was working. Nothing. I feel like a freaking queen right now. Don’t mind my fancy wave as I pull into town, being royalty and all.

I’m assuming Grant is taking us somewhere close to Scarlett’s wedding. That would make the most sense. Unfortunately, my geography skills are as good as my driving skills. I couldn’t tell you if we’re going north or south.

Two hours later, we’re getting close to sunset. Andrew pulls up to the destination, I’m assuming. Waves crash in the distance while the smell of salt in the air melts my shoulders to my toes. If I could live in water, like a mermaid, I’d be the most relaxed person on the planet.

I hop out of the car, the mist surrounding me. I can hardly see in front of me, but there’s still a little light hanging in the air.

Grant comes behind me and puts his sweater around myshoulders, covering me in that familiar forest scent and warmth.

“Thank you!” I turn to look over my shoulder. “I wasn’t ready for such cold weather.”

“I know. I should’ve insisted on you wearing something else, but I didn’t want to ruin the surprise.” He grins. “Let’s go inside so you can get something warmer on. We’re going to miss our activity, so hurry.”

Andrew is already bringing my bag inside as Queenie explores the front of the house. I don’t have a leash on her, but it doesn’t look like she’ll wander off. I head inside with Queenie on my tail.

“Thanks, Drew!” I call as we head for the front door.

I walk into a wall of windows with a view atop a cliff. There are stairs down to the beach. The fireplace is on, instantly warming my bones. All I need is some cocoa and I’d feel back to my normal temperature.

I get my trench coat, a soft burgundy sweater, and jeans out and put them on quickly. I complete the look with some ankle boots. I don’t know what Grant has in store, but I’ll be warm as soon as I grab my soft, emerald green scarf.

I walk out to the living area and find Grant lost in thought looking out the window while he strokes his beard down into a V. I give him his coat back. He takes it and starts putting it over his gray button-down shirt. I’ve seen his body. I know it’s not all sculpted, but itisbuff. His arms are about to bulge out of his sleeves.

“You ready, baby?”

“I think so?” I have no idea what to be ready for.