AllFreeNovel
Share Us
I narrowed my eyes, and Robbie’s smile turned triumphant.
“Aww, and here you thought I was just a pretty face. See, I pay attention.”
I wrapped my fingers around Robbie’s wrist and pulled him to me so his hand and my wallet were caught between our chests. When he angled his face up toward mine, I ghosted my lips across the top of his, and when he sighed, I grinned and did it again.
“I’ve never thought you were just a pretty face. But you are very pretty.”
Robbie rolled his eyes, but the lovely blush on his cheeks belied his projected indifference.
“If you think compliments are going to make me all swoony and forget how stubborn and evasive you two have been the last couple of days—”
“Yes?”
Robbie let out a huff. “Then you just might be right. But can you do it over there. I have a secret to unlock.”
I stepped aside and took Julien’s hand, as Robbie made his way to the kiosk and fished out the Post-it note he had guessed was in my wallet.
“He’s got your number,” Julien said as he leaned into my side.
“Hmm.” I pressed a kiss to Julien’s temple. “I think you might be right.”
“Oh, I know I’m right.” Julien angled his face up toward mine, and those stunning emerald eyes all but shined. “He almost had you yesterday. If it hadn’t been for my well-timed meal, you would’ve caved like a house of cards, mon amour.”
“Can you blame me?”
“In that outfit?”
Julien turned his attention to our husband facing the kiosk and ran his eyes down Robbie’s tall, lithe frame. From the back, he looked phenomenal. In a body-hugging green sweater and jeans that molded to his tight ass, little was left to the imagination. But when he’d first stepped out of our en suite this morning, his choice of sweaters had left us both…speechless, to say the least.
I let out a low chuckle. “Well, no. I was thinking more about yesterday’s outfit. That sweater is—”
“Oh my God. We’re going to L.A.?” Robbie spun around with three tickets in his hand, and the smile on his face was almost as bright as the colored lights and silver tinsel decorating his Christmas sweater that read: Grinch, don’t steal my vibe.
“Oui, princesse.” Julien grinned as Robbie practically skipped back to us.
“Which I’m hoping will inspire you to remove that God-awful sweater you’re wearing,” I said.
Robbie screwed his nose up. “Oh, hush, I’m being festive.”
“Is that what you call it?”
“It is. But it doesn’t matter anyway. Since you wouldn’t tell me where we were going, I dressed for all occasions.”
Robbie handed over the tickets to Julien and reached for the hem of his sweater to reveal a fitted red shirt with a huge pine tree in the center. Across the top and bottom, in all caps, was: WHERE DO YOU THINK YOU’RE GOING TO PUT A TREE THAT BIG? And while that was enough to raise an eyebrow or two, I knew our husband well enough to know that there was more to his shirt than that.
I held a finger up and motioned for him to turn, and with a grin full of mischief, Robbie made a slow pirouette showing off—there it is—his answer to the question at hand. BEND OVER AND I’LL SHOW YOU.
“Mon dieu.” Julien bit down on his lip to hold back his laugh.
Robbie glanced over his shoulder. “What? Do you think it’s too obvious?”
“I’d be disappointed if it wasn’t.”
Robbie gave us a grin, then hiked his carry-on bag up his shoulder. “So…what’s in L.A?”
“Palm trees.”
“Beaches.”
Robbie’s frown reappeared. “That’s not what I meant, and you know it.”
“Oui, we do. But that’s part of the surprise. Just know that this time our visit is all about fun.”
“Fun and family,” I added.
“We thought it was time to have a do-over.” Julien brought Robbie’s hand up to his lips and placed a kiss there. “We want to introduce you to the L.A. where we fell in love, mon cher petit. The L.A. where we got married. Aaaand we have a few other surprises up our sleeves.”
Robbie looked between the two of us, his eyes twinkling much like the lights on the sweater he’d stuffed back into his carry-on. “You two spoil me way too much. You know that, right?”
A smile curved my lips. “Yes.”
“Okay, well, as long as you’re aware of it, I don’t feel guilty for enjoying it as much as I do.”
Julien and Robbie started toward the luggage drop-off area, and his laugh filled my ears. As I followed along behind them, I couldn’t help but think I was the luckiest man in the world.
Four
Tate
“I’M STARTING TO think I should’ve put you by the window—that way there’d be less chance of you making a break for it.”
Logan’s fingers tightened around the latest gin and tonic he’d just been given. “If you think for one minute I want to see the ground disappearing out from under me at supersonic speed—or, for that matter, hurtling toward us as we plummet to the ground—you’re out of your damn mind.”
