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Holy. Fucking. Shit.

A hot flush of heat crawls up my neck and my cheeks burst into flames. My pulse hammers in my neck and I squeeze my thighs together, trying hard to suppress the sweet ache growing between my legs.

“There’s nothing stopping me now. I gave myself permission to have what I want… and that’s you, dimples.”

His confession is so enormous it wrings the air from my lungs. I stare at him as my lips part in an O.

I’ll never forget this defining moment for as long as I live.

Chapter 19

Rhys

Where the hell is she?

I’m at our meeting spot. Waiting. Worrying. Eager.

For our first date at the upscale steak house at the Quintus Hotel.

I run my hand through my hair, cursing under my breath.

I should’ve picked her up.

Keira has been texting me every five minutes. She’s close, but that does little to ease my worry. She’s forty minutes late for our date. If I didn’t know better, I’d think she stood me up. I wanted to pick her up at Phoebe’s so she could stuff her purchases in my trunk, but she insisted on meeting me at the restaurant. Something about wanting to surprise me. I didn’t push, but now I regret it.

After an afternoon of pampering, Arianna, Phoebe, and Keira were caught in a never-ending gridlock caused by a catastrophic accident that closed a major artery. Since Keira had to return to Phoebe’s house to grab her stuff before coming to meet me, it only made matters worse.

I’m about to shoot her a text to get an update, when I spot a gorgeous woman striding to my table.

I do a double take.

Keira?

Since she arrived in LA, Keira has been hanging out in a bikini, unless she’s sporting her trademark short-shorts, t-shirts, and flip-flops. The stunning woman smiling at me takes my breath away.

I stand up to greet her and take her in.

From the arresting design of her dress, to her silver strappy high heels, to her dainty toes painted in the same hot pink shade as her dress, to her barely there makeup that enhances her beauty, and the diamond studs that pierce her ears. Keira looks like the woman of my dreams.

“You made it safe and sound,” I say.

“I’m so sorry for being this late, Rhys. This is so embarrassing.” A remorseful expression morphs her beautiful features.

“You’re here now and that’s all that matters.”

“God has a funny sense of humor.”

“What do you mean?”

“After waiting years––and I mean, years––to grant my wish,Heorchestrates a freaking nightmare of an accident that causes me to be forty-five minutes late for my first date. Sheesh. You’d think God would show me a little compassion. Butno,Hedecides not to cooperate. Tardiness isn’t sexy.” She lifts her eyes to the ceiling. “Not cool, God. Not cool.”

She’s talking super fast, and it makes me grin.

I tap the tip of her nose.

“I wasn’t going anywhere, dimples. I would’ve waited all night long, if I had to.”

She giggles like a schoolgirl.