Page 73 of Just One Chance

"Mmm. That sounds lovely." It was already the perfect night with dancing and our kiss on the patio. My time here was winding down, but I wanted to soak up every moment I could with Boone.

He leaned in. "I think we should end the night at my place or maybe yours."

"If the brewery is our last stop for the evening, your place is more convenient." I preferred his place because it was more private. Other than Beck stopping by that one night, no one else ever visited, especially late at night. It was private and far away from the guests.

"I do love your hot tub though."

"It would be nice to enjoy that tonight."

"We could order chocolate-covered strawberries and a dessert wine from the kitchen."

"Won't Malcolm find out that I'm sharing that with someone?"

"Not necessarily. He might think you just want to enjoy Valentine's Day in your room."

"Speaking of Valentine's Day, thank you for the red roses you delivered to my room. They're absolutely lovely."

"I wasn't sure what to send, but the florist assured me that you can't go wrong with red roses on Valentine's Day."

"No. You can't." Not that I'd ever received roses on this holiday before. I was pleasantly surprised by the delivery. "They smell wonderful."

"I'm glad you like them." He lifted his glass. "To Hart Inn. May your suggestions sustain the inn for years to come."

I raised my glass and clinked it against his. "To Hart Inn."

We sipped our wine as Beck and Clara paused at the end of the table. "Are you having a romantic evening for two?"

Boone sighed. "Malcolm set this up. I think he's trying to impress Kennedy."

"Consider me impressed," I said with a smile.

"It's one of my favorite nights here," Clara agreed.

"We'll let you enjoy your dinner," Beck said, guiding Clara away from the table.

"Maybe we'll see you later at the brewery," Clara said over her shoulder.

I nodded. "We'll have to stop by."

The courses started arriving, and we sampled a little of everything. When the dessert came out, I almost couldn't consider it. "I don't think I can eat this."

Boone waved the server back. "Can you wrap this and deliver it to her room?"

"Absolutely, sir." The waitress took the plates of cake away.

"Will you be enjoying dessert with me?" I asked him.

"I intend to."

I grinned. "I can't wait."

"But first, we have a carriage ride to the brewery to take."

I raised my brows. "You're joking."

"The server mentioned it to me when you went to the bathroom. Apparently, Malcolm wants to ensure that your evening is perfect from start to finish."

"I'm sure it will be." I started the evening in Boone's arms, and I fully intended to end it that way too. The only difference was that we might make use of my hot tub if we ended up at my place later.