Page 113 of Sinful Promises

His grin was spectacular. “I was going to propose to you out there”—he pointed to the ocean—“when I took you to that nativity scene. But it was too dark.”

I leaned forward and kissed him again—deeper this time, slower. I inhaled his glorious, manly scent. Everything about Roman drove me wild.

His fingers inched up my shirt and with the flick of his fingers my bra released.

I pulled back. “Hey, what’re you doing?”

Grinning like a randy teenager, he fed his hands into my shirt and cupped my breasts. “Playing with your boobies.”

I burst out laughing. “Boobies?”

Roman’s smile was spectacular. “Yep. Beautiful boobies.” He squeezed and caressed them in a way that was tender and sensual.

It was the first time I’d heard that term, and from Roman it was absolutely perfect. Notch another first on my list. I caught sight of the envelope and curling my lip through my teeth, I prepared to call Roman a name I’d never thought possible. My fiancé. My list of firsts keeps getting better and better. Weaving my fingers into his hand, I looked into his incredible eyes, and said, “So, my darling fiancé, what’s in the envelope?”

“You’ll have to open it and see.” His eyes glistened so brightly. Whatever was in that envelope was going to be as spectacular as his proposal. Not that that was even possible.

Still straddling him, I reached to get the envelope off the bed, and his hands remained fixed on my boobies.

I slipped my finger beneath the seal and pulled out a Christmas card. Inside were two plane tickets.

My heart exploded. My jaw dropped.

And a delighted squeal burst from my throat.

Chapter Twenty-Four

Roman opened the taxi door and helped me out. Snow drifted on a swirling breeze, catching on my eyelashes and collecting on my woolen coat. Yet my excitement was so high that I barely noticed anything other than my thumping heart.

He grabbed our suitcases, and I clutched the grocery bags containing items that Roman demanded we absolutely had to stop for. My insides were doing enormous flips as we walked up the front path, and my brain bounced from one crazy thought to the next.

We stopped at the door which had a faded Christmas wreath attached.

I put the bags down and reached for Roman’s hand. “You ready for this?”

“Absolutely.”

I did a little jig, and when he stepped behind the wall, I inhaled. I was about to tick off another first—first visit to Zali’s home. I should never have left it this long to see her. I hadn’t even seen Kane, except in the thousands of photos she’d sent me. That would be another first—holding Kane in my arms.

With my chest swelling with excitement, I knocked on the door.

Five seconds later, the door opened. Two seconds after that, Zali and I screamed as we wrapped our arms around each other and jumped up and down like a couple of crazy nutters.

“Oh, my fucking god!” She squealed. “What are you doing here?”

“We came to see you.”

“We?”

Roman stepped up behind me. “Surprise!”

Zali launched into his arms with a scream that probably rendered him deaf. Roman laughed as he twirled her around. Then she kissed him on the cheek and blurted, “Thank you. Thank you,” over and over.

“No need to thank me.”

“Oh my god. Best surprise ever. Come inside. You must be freezing. Mom! Mom! You won’t believe it—Daisy and Roman are here.”

Dragging our suitcase and carrying the grocery bags, we followed her inside.

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