Page 39 of Change Your Play

Every time I was on that field, going through magazine cover approvals with someone, he was there, in all his six-foot-glory, with his grown scruff and intense eyes.

How lucky can a girl be?

My last year at Marrs was going to be everything.

“Don’t touch the blindfold,” Miles scolded.

I tried not to giggle and failed, smack dab in the middle of the training center, stumbling down the hallway. He was theonlyone to get giggles out of me and this wasn’t an exception. Especially for whatever surprise he’d planned out.

“Can I take it offnow?” I asked.

He was firm. “Nope.”

“We’re on the elevator. Iknowwhere we’re going. We’re going to my office.”

“I’ll let you believe that.”

Another giggle slipped out. He could show a whole other side to me that I couldn’t recognize in a mirror. A happier me, a joyful me.

But what was the surprise? It had to be my office.

We stepped down the hallway and made a right turn.

“Hold on.” He chuckled.

“Hold on—?”

Miles held my waist and my stomach dropped when he spun me around. All I could do was stumble and wrap my arms around his neck. The second he stopped, I tried to push away from him.

“Whywould you do that?!”

I could almost taste his grin. “Guess which way we’re going now?”

Damn.

“Miles,whereare we going?”

His lips brushed against my own. The antidote to my exasperation.Miles. The lack of sight forced me to appreciate other things. His close-cropped facial hair brushed over my face, heightening my senses, his lips, smiling into the kiss, and his button-up shirt, dressed for our dinner atGianna’s.

He kissed me again. “This isn’t the surprise.”

“It could be.” Knotting my fingers through his hair, I tried to pull him closer. My attempt didn’t work.

“Not the surprise, Cleo. It’s better.”

“We aren’t surrounded by people, are we?”

“Everybody cleared out for the day.” My relief was palpable enough for Miles to laugh. “Don’t worry, nobody’s seeing you blush. Everybody still thinks you’re the most stubborn, hardheaded, determined woman they’ve ever met.”

“Including you?”

“Always.”

Satisfied, I let him guide me down the hall and he opened a door.

“Okay, take three—no—take six or seven steps…I’ll tell you when to take off the blindfold. Just walk forward. That’s it. Keep going.”

Actual excitement hit me.

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