Page 80 of Billionaire Unforgettable: Tanner

It was the most incredible date I’d ever had.

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“Ithought you went to bed,” I said to Hannah as I walked out of my bedroom and into the living area of our suite.

She was in a pink, modest, cotton nightgown that shouldn’t look sexy, but on her, it did.

I was restless after showering, unable to sleep, so I’d decided to go into the kitchen and have a drink.

I’d found Hannah sitting on the couch, gazing out the window, which had three hundred and sixty degree views of the city.

She was hugging one of the throw pillows with a faraway look on her face.

She turned to me with a smile. “I tried to sleep. I guess I was still wired up from this evening. The show was amazing. Plus, I didn’t want to miss my last chance to watch this view at night.”

“If you like it that much, we can stay for another night,” I suggested as I walked into the kitchen with only a pair of sweatpants on.

I poured a glass of wine for Hannah and grabbed myself a beer before I walked back to the living area.

I put the drinks on the coffee table and settled myself behind her, my arms around her waist so she could lean back against me.

She tossed the pillow onto the couch and put her arms and hands over mine.

Now that I was here, I wasn’t going to miss the chance to have her sweet body against mine, even if it was fucking torture.

She let out a sigh of contentment that made the restlessness inside me settle down almost immediately.

“This really is an incredible view,” she murmured.

“It is,” I agreed. “Do you ever miss New York?”

The lights of New York were stunning, but all I could look at was Hannah.

I couldn’t remember a time when she’d looked quite this happy.

“Not usually,” she explained. “I mean, views like this make me appreciate it, and I do miss Broadway and some of the incredible food here, but I don’t think I’d want to live here again. I guess there’s a big part of me that likes being in a small town. What about you?”

“If I want the city, I can get there by jet or helicopter,” I told her. “I probably have the best of both worlds, but I always missed Crystal Fork when I was here. I was raised there. Granted, I didn’t miss the gossip or the things that drive me crazy about that town, but I missed the sense of community and most of the people. I also missed getting on a horse and getting away when I needed it.”

“And actually being able to see the stars at night,” she added.

“That, too,” I said with a nod as I reached for my beer.

“We had big dreams when we lived here,” she said as she picked up her wine, took a sip, and set it back on the table.

“In the beginning, that was about all I had,” I said drily. “I don’t think I ever understood why a woman like you wanted a guy like me. I was broke with nothing but an entry-level job and a shitload of dreams.”

“And a lot of ambition,” she added. “I knew you’d make your dreams a reality. Besides, I thought you were the hottest and most charming man I’d ever met.”

“I wasn’t charming. I’m still not. And I definitely wasn’t the best looking guy around,” I disagreed. “I was crazy about you, but I could never quite seem to find the words to tell you how I felt in the beginning.”

“Which is exactly why you were so charming,” she informed me. “You were a serious guy with no bullshit. That’s pretty refreshing here in the city. I was completely charmed.”

Okay, I wasn’t going to try to talk her out of thinking that I was charming. “And the scar on my forehead? And the fact that I’m just an average looking guy?”

“You are no such thing,” she scolded angrily. “You have the body of a god, and the most beautiful blue eyes I’ve ever seen. That scar on your forehead was the only thing that kept you from absolute physical perfection, which was good. No woman wants to date an Adonis. They’re usually boring. To me, you were and still are…perfect. I had my own scars.”

Hell, I wasn’t about to try to get her to look at me realistically. If I was lucky enough to have that title with her, I wanted to keep it.

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