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“I’m okay. I’m happy to be back.”
“I bet. I know Daisy is happy as well. It’s all she’s been talking about. Listen”—she grabs for my hand and squeezes it—“I know he’s my son so this is biased, but Weston is a good man; he’s loyal and he loves you. I see the way he looks at you. I noticed it from the first time I saw you two together. I actually warned him against breaking your heart because I was worried he wouldn’t see what was right in front of him but I’m glad.” She chokes back a tear. “I’m glad he realizes it.”
I’m not sure what to say back to her. I don’t know where this is coming from. My guess is he must have told her that he loves me and that I’ve moved in with him.
“I appreciate that. I really love your son too and your granddaughter, more than I can express. You raised a really amazing man.”
She fans her face, squeezing my hand one more time before turning toward Daisy. “Okay, little one, let’s get going. Tell Miss Flowers bye.”
I wave at Daisy as she slides her backpack on and grabs her grandma’s hand. She waves at me with a big smile. “Bye, Mom. I love you.”
My heart feels like it’s going to burst.
* * *
“Hey, Nick, how are you?”
“Evening, Miss Flowers, I’m doing okay. How are you?”
I make small talk with him on the ride back home. It feels strange to be driving up to Weston’s penthouse and calling it home, but I guess it is now. I wish Nick a good night and make my way to the elevator. When the doors open, the entryway is flooded with candlelight. Rose petals are scattered across the floor as the sound of soft jazz and the smell of something savory fills the house.
“Hello?” I ask as my heels click across the marble floor.
“Good evening, Miss Flowers.”
I spin around to see Weston leaning against the doorway going into the kitchen. His shirt is partially undone, his sleeves rolled up. He has a hand towel over his shoulder.
“What’s all this?” I walk over to him, standing on my tippy-toes to kiss him. He pulls me in against him, spinning me around to press me against the doorframe with his body as he takes control of the kiss.
“This is because I love you and you deserve a night of romance after everything.”
“I like the sound of that.” I look past him to see two plates, wine, and candles on the kitchen table. “Did you cook?”
“I did.”
“Damn, I didn’t think you could get any sexier.” I grab his shirt and kiss him again before stepping around him to enter the kitchen. “Where’s Daisy?”
“She’s staying the night at the grandparents’, so it’s just us tonight.”
“Oh my God, this looks amazing.” Each plate has a filet mignon with asparagus and a garlic herb butter. “I had no idea you could cook.”
“I’m a man of many talents.” He winks at me, taking a seat as we dig in. Just as I’m about finished, he tells me there’s dessert, a salted caramel torte that I devour.
“You sure you don’t want any?” I ask, holding out a forkful.
“Positive, sweetheart. We both know what I want for dessert.” He drags his eyes over my body, causing a wave of heat to rush through me. “But,” he says, pulling me up from my chair and walking me slowly toward the stairs, “I promise not to keep you up too late.”
“No? That’s not like you.” I unbutton his shirt as he walks me backward up the stairs.
“Because I have a surprise for you tomorrow.”
“A surprise?” I look up as we reach the top of the stairs and he spins me around to see luggage sitting neatly by the top of the stairs.
“Are we going somewhere?”
“We are.” He wraps his arms around me, kissing my neck softly.
“Where?”
