Page 21 of The Game Plan

Heat rushed through her, and she let out a soft moan. She moved her hands from her lap to grasp the lapels of his coat, the wool scratchy under her hands.

The SUV came to a halt, jerking them forward against the seat.

“Fuck,” Reese whispered. He released her and shoved his hand through his hair, ruffling the blond strands.

“Sorry, you two,” Sam said. “We’re here.”

His phone went off, and she looked down, the phone in her lap.

“Oh,” she said, picking it up, “here you go.”

“Thanks.” He unlocked it and spent a moment on his phone, then turned it to face her. “What do you think?”

“Wow,” she said. The photo was of their moment before the kiss, his hand on her chin and their eyes staring at one another. “It looks so intimate.”

He turned the phone around. “Yeah, it does.” He scrolled through to the other photos. “Let’s use this one. It’s the best one.”

He showed her one of the hand-kissing ones, the photo still sweet but much less intimate than the other one.

“Okay. Looks good.”

He smiled, but it didn’t quite reach his eyes. He handed her the phone, the photo loaded into Instagram already, just waiting for a caption.

“Go ahead,” he said.

She took a moment to think, then typed in a simple blue heart and handed it back to him. “What do you think?”

“Simple, I like it.”

“Thanks.”

He posted the photo and looked at her. “Ready for dinner?”

“I am.”

CHAPTER FIVE

They madetheir way into the restaurant, pleasantly surprised by the lack of photographers at the front of the building.

“Mr. Vaughn,” the host said, lighting up at the sight of him. “We’ve prepared our best table for you tonight.”

“Thank you,” Reese replied, removing his coat. He reached for Sutton’s, and she turned, letting him help her out of it before he handed them off to the host.

“Right this way,” he said, handing them their coat tickets.

“This restaurant is really fancy,” Sutton leaned over to whisper. “Coat tickets? I don’t think I’ve ever had to use them.”

Reese chuckled, placing his hand on her back to guide her to their table. She did her best to suppress a shudder at the warmth that spread through her from his single touch.

“Here we are,” the host stated, Sutton’s jaw dropping at the sight.

She turned to look at him, unable to believe her eyes.

“Is this all for us?” she asked, setting her purse down as Reese pulled out her chair for her to sit.

He joined her at the table, tugging his napkin from the ring and setting it down in his lap.

“Of course,” he replied. “I wanted this night to be special, since it’s our first date.”