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“Are you kidding?” she scoffed and pulled out a pamphlet she’d happily accepted when we’d first arrived. “This wasn’t added to the Seven Wonders of the Modern World for nothing! Ihateflying anywhere so I have to make the most of my travels. And that means being an obnoxious tourist whenever I get the opportunity.”
“You’re so fucking cute.” I giggled, taking in the brightness in her eyes and the excited flush in her cheeks. “I had no idea you were this easy to please.”
“Hey,” she said defensively. “I resent that. I’ve had years to cultivate my taste in life and I can assure you that, yes, I am very easy to please.”
“Then you should let me take you to some really fun local spots instead,” I offered, but she flapped a distracted hand at me.
“No, no,” she insisted. “This was something I wanted to cross off my bucket list and now I’ve done it.”
That sparked a deeper interest in me.
“Your bucket list?” I asked, and she nodded.
“Yeah, don’t you have one?”
I shrugged. “I never thought I’d have the chance to get to it,” I said honestly, if only because there was no point in lying to Reid. Not when she could sense it a mile off.
“Well, you’d better start making one,” she said. “We have tons of stuff we have to do together.”
“Really?” I giggled. “Like what?”
Reid glanced over her shoulder at the setting sun with a glittering smile before turning back to me. “This,” she said, before she wrapped her hand around the back of my neck and pulled me into a searing kiss.
Her lips burned away the butterflies in my stomach, replacing them with ravenous bats. She kissed me sweetly, ignoring all the strangers around us, who might have been staring at us.
Or not.
I didn’t care. All I cared about was the soft cherry flavored kisses she left on me, her tongue chasing after mine while the sun set behind us. I didn’t think we could be any more obnoxious as a pair of tourists, but at that moment I’d never loved being a tourist more.
Chapter 38
Breaking The News
REID
“Whyareweeatinghere, Reid?”
I turned to look at Mia, who walked a step behind me, stunning as always in a fitted black dress that reminded me exactly where my handsshouldhave been.
“We have to celebrate,” I said simply, holding my hand out to her.
She laced her fingers through mine and squeezed tightly. We followed after the waiter who led us to our reserved table at an unnecessarily expensive restaurant. I couldn’t help it, we had a lot to celebrate.
“And what exactly are we celebrating?” She chuckled.
“What the hell do you mean by that?” I asked, shooting her a mock gasp. “Are we not enough to celebrate?”
“Of course we are,” she said, rolling her eyes at me. “But there has to be something more.”
“And why is that?”
She sat down on the other side of the table, threading her fingers together in front of her face. She watched as I took the other seat, her lips quirked up knowingly.
“Because if I know you at all,” she explained, “and I’d like to think I do, then you’d much rather be celebrating us back in the hotel room. A fancy dinner always means serious business.”
“You are serious business to me,” I teased.
“I’m flattered,” she drawled, not sounding very flattered at all.
