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"Oh, wow." She looks taken aback. "So have you decided on what your life goals are?"
"No," I say with a small smile. "But the simple fact of the matter is, it's something I'm now analyzing and thinking about. It's something I'm giving real thought. Where are we going? What do I want? And for you, I want you to know that I don't know that I would've thought about this for a long time if you hadn't asked. And I don't want to be sixty or seventy years old wishing that I'd done X, Y, or Z but hadn't because I didn't even realize it was something I wanted."
She smiles at me. "Well, then I'm glad I'm making you question yourself and think about what you want from life."
"So, what about for now?" I say. "Shall we dig into this brie? It looks delicious."
"Yeah, let's do it," she says. "Thank you for arranging this. It's nice."
"You're welcome," I say, grinning at her. "I just hope the rest of the night continues just as great as it started."
Chapter Twenty-Five
Skye
"Oh my gosh. I'm so full," I say as I rub my stomach.
Kingston and I leave the French restaurant and I look up at him with a small smile.
"Thank you so much. Delicious dinner and those profiteroles were to die for."
"I'm glad you enjoyed them." He grins. "Thank you for sharing.
"You're welcome." I stare at him and feel a lightness in my step that I haven't felt in a long while. "So what's next?"
"Would you believe me if I said we're off to the airport?"
"Say what?" I say through narrowed eyes.
"No, no," he says, laughing. "Sorry. Bad joke."
"Oh, no worries. I didn't actually think we were off to the airport."
Disappointment floods through me and I look away. I don't want him to think that I'm that gullible.
"Hey," he says. "I do have something really fun planned though. It's a surprise. I hope you'll enjoy it."
"I'm sure I will," I say, nodding. "And also, thanks for being a great listener at dinner. I appreciate it."
"You're welcome," he says. "I just want you to know that lots of us experiment in life with sex, with drugs, with rock and roll." He chuckles. "And it's okay. It's a phase we go through. Some of us do it in our twenties, some of us do it as teens. Shit, some of us wait until we're geriatrics and realize we haven't experienced life. I just want you to know that if there's anything that you want to experiment with, I'm a safe place. You can confide in me anything, ask to do anything, and I will see if I can make it happen."
I look at him in surprise. Is this really Kingston Chase, the most infuriating, annoying man I've ever met in my life, telling me that he'd be my safe place? What is happening in the universe?
”You look shocked," he says.
"I just don't know what to say. That's really touching. Thank you." I nod. "To be honest, I've never wanted to experiment with drugs, and sex is something I am enjoying with someone I know right now," I say, and then I groan. "Okay, that came out really awkwardly."
"It's okay. I think I know what you mean. You up for a walk?"
I nod vigorously. "Yeah. I mean, depending on how long, but I could sure walk off that steak and those profiteroles."
"It should only be about twenty minutes."
"Sounds good," I say.
We walk down the streets of New York and watch the traffic pass us by. A gaggle of girls walks past us, giggling and laughing about some restaurant they just dined and dashed in. Kingston and I share amused glances. Then comes a group of three guys, talking about starting a band and hitting it big.
"My uncle says he knows a manager," a skinny kid with spiky hair says. "And he can get us signed. This time next year we'll be millionaires."
