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“It does indeed,” Grey agreed and began massaging my other foot.
Grey
Phoe had kept her word, and a car was waiting for us at the airport when we arrived.
Willow was laughing as he argued with the sat nav as it took them down several wrong turnings before Grey found the house.
Automatically impressed with the place that Phoenix had first called home when she got to the states, Grey carried their cases into the mansion. He was stunned at the opulence in front of him and at how large it was. Then again, it made sense. Phoe had moved to America with five children and soon began adopting her brood.
As Willow headed for a shower, a habit she’d developed whenever she flew, Grey checked the restaurant reservations.
Tonight was all planned out to be special, and then they’d spend the weekend in bed, hopefully. Grey was finally going to get his dream.
Willow
Grey smirked as we exited the car at an expensive restaurant. Puzzled, I sent him a sideways glance; he was up to something.
He helped me out, a gentleman as always, and tucked my hand into his elbow. Grey had one of his very best suits on, and I was wearing a dress that I’d only worn once. Grey’s mouth had dropped when I appeared in front of him earlier.
It was a sleeveless cocktail dress with a modest bustline that hinted at cleavage but wasn’t skanky. The dress cinched at the waist and then fell in gentle folds to my knees. I had paired it with a stole and matching shoes. I’d left my hair down. Grey loved to run his fingers through it. Not being big on make-up, I’d put on the bare minimum, although I used the strawberry lip gloss that Grey liked to kiss off me.
Looking at the restaurant now, I was glad I’d dressed up.
Grey slowly walked us up to the entrance as a valet took his keys and opened the door. There was a hostess waiting at a podium, and from what I spotted over her shoulder, the restaurant was heaving.
“Table for two under the name Grey,” he said as the hostess’s eyes widened slightly, and she took in my man’s glory.
I should be bristling, but I knew Grey had no idea she was checking him out, and if he did, he wasn’t bothered. I was very secure in Grey’s love for me and vice versa.
Although, I did feel a thrill when Grey placed his hand possessively on my back as we walked through the restaurant.
Men stared, their gazes sweeping over me. I wondered what they’d do if I hitched my dress and yanked my hidden gun from my leg holster.
Grey allowed his alpha to show as he met several male glances head-on, and his expression made them look away. I loved it when Grey acted like this. Of course, he thoroughly enjoyed it when I got my claws out to warn women, too.
The hostess led us to a table, and Grey held my chair out before seating himself.
“I pre-ordered a bottle of champagne,” Grey said to the woman.
My gaze widened as my brain kicked into gear. Had I missed an anniversary of ours? Grey’s eyes held mischief as he saw virtual steam coming out of my ears.
“There’s no reason I can’t spoil the woman I love,” he said, reaching and taking my hand.
The hostess melted at the same time I did.
Grey held my gaze and ran his thumb across my knuckles.
“Be right back, sir,” she murmured, sending me an envious glance.
Yeah, bitch, read it and weep. This was my man.
The hostess returned with the bottle of champagne and allowed Grey to taste it for approval.
“Your waitress will be over shortly,” she said with one final lingering glance at Grey before leaving.
“Babe, I took liberties. Willow, they won’t be over to take our order. I’ve ordered for us,” Grey said and gazed into my eyes. “Trust me with your meal?”
“Always,” I muttered. Right now, I was putty in his warm, capable hands.
