Page 72 of Enchanting the CEO

"Do you like burritos?"

"Sure."

"I found this truck that I love. I swear they do the best burrito."

"Where is it?"

"Near the Isabella Stewart Gardner Museum."

"Let's head there."

During the drive, my stomach growled. "Hah, see? It's a good idea to eat before the course.”

"I'm not doubting it," Gabe said.

Finding a parking spot was ridiculous. I rarely had to worry about it because I used public transportation when I came downtown, but Gabe and I drove up and down the side streets of the museum a few times, and he was getting impatient.

Eventually I threw in the towel. "Let's just go to a drive-through or something."

"No, we'll find a spot," he said. "We just have to persevere."

I grinned. "That's your motto?"

"One of them.”

I crossed the fingers on both of my hands, holding them up theatrically and closing my eyes. "Here’s to finding a parking spot."

"Found it," Gabe said a split second later.

I opened my eyes. "Holy shit. It worked."

"The car parked there just left.” He pointed at the BMW driving off in front of us.

"Huh, I have to give this 'manifest what you want' credo more credit," I said.

After Gabe parked, I practically jumped out of the car, excited for the cooking course and to get something to eat. I was hungry.

"Where's your food truck?" he asked.

"At the back of the museum. I'll lead the way," I said.

Gabe took my hand as we walked together on the sidewalk. He threaded our fingers and then looked at me. "Thanks for earlier."

"About what?" I asked, genuinely confused.

"Just being there with me. Listening, not being judgmental."

"Gabe," I said, melting into him as he let go of my hand and put it around my back, pulling me even closer to him. "Why would I judge you?"

"Why not? I'm judging myself."

"For feeling what you feel?" I asked, looking up at him.

"Kind of, yeah."

"Don’t do that. But if you do, I'm here to make you forget about it."

He growled into my ear. "Don't say that again or we might be late for the cooking course."

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