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The broad smile on his face mirrors the one on mine.
He’s still wearing his suit pants and the light blue button-down shirt he had on this morning, but his tie, vest, and jacket are nowhere to be seen.
I do spot something that catches my breath.
His gaze trails mine to his left hand. He taps the ring on his finger. “I thought I should be wearing this when I cook for my wife for the first time.”
My hand darts in the air. “Hold that thought.”
I race back to my purse and fumble with the zipper on the inner compartment before I fish inside for my ring. I tug it out and slip it on while I sprint back to the kitchen.
Daniel is waiting for me in the entryway this time. “Kiss me, Gina.”
I do.
As the kiss lingers, I bite his bottom lip softly, luring a deep groan from him.
“Focus, Daniel,” he whispers. “Food first, then you can fuck your wife.”
I laugh. “Are you giving yourself a pep talk?”
“Damn right, I am.” He kisses me again as if I’m the only thing he’s craving at the moment.
I have to fan my face with my hand once it ends. “Damn, Lawton, you know how to kiss.”
“As do you, Lawton.” He traces a path over my bottom lip with the pad of his thumb. “Don’t distract me anymore. I need another fifteen minutes to finish up our meal.”
I peer around him to get a look at the stove. “What’s on the menu?”
“Seared salmon with quinoa salad.”
I tilt my chin down. “It sounds divine.”
“It is,” he assures me. “We’re drinking sparkling lemon water, and for dessert, I picked up another piece of chocolate cake from Dobb’s Bakery.”
“You’re the best,” I whisper, wanting to say more, so much more, but I don’t know if his heart is on the same path as mine.
Mine is headed straight to forever without a detour in sight.
“We’ll talk about Dr. Handsome as Fuck after dinner.” He laughs.
“Good.” I steal another kiss from him. “I have a lot to tell you.”
“I have all night to listen.” He glances over his shoulder. “I need to get back to the stove. I’ll meet you at the dining room table in fifteen.”
“We’re not eating in here?” I point at the stools next to the kitchen island.
“I set the dining room table up.” He perks a brow. “Go check it out.”
I head straight out of the kitchen and turn the corner to step into the dining room. The beautiful blue and white patterned plates my mom gave me a few years ago are set out next to utensils on blue placemats. Two tall white candles are waiting to be lit next to a vase filled with fresh white carnations.
“This is perfect,” I say. “Everything is perfect.”
I glance down at my hand and the silver ring that symbolizes much more today than when Daniel slid it on my finger in Las Vegas. My birthday is just a few days from now, and I plan on giving myself the gift of a lifetime that day.
Marti always brings over a cake for me on my birthday, so as I blow out the candles, I’ll wish for forever with Daniel before I tell my husband that I love him for the first time.
CHAPTERFIFTY-TWO
