Page 52 of Puck Princess

“Have I not made it obvious how much I care for you? For our baby?” He puts his hand over mine. “I thought I made it obvious enough. But if I didn’t, I can change that. I don’t want there to be a single question in your pretty little mind.”

He pulls out his phone and starts scrolling.

“What are you going to do?” I ask, not sure if I trust the mischievous smirk on his lips.

“You’ll see.”

I try to look at his phone, but he pulls it away. “No, no. It’s going to be a surprise.”

“I don’t like surprises.” I try reaching for the phone again, but he holds it in the aisle, out of my grasp.

“Well, you’re going to love this one. Just trust me, Callie. In a few hours, you will never question what you mean to me again.”

Okay, I don’t trust that, either. But I also can’t deny that his words are making my heart flutter like a dozen butterflies are trapped in my chest. I settle into my chair, leaning into him with a smile on my lips.

Spencer who?

When we get to the hotel, the guys all go down to the bar. I’m exhausted from the flight and just want to take a shower. Owen decides to stay with the guys, but says I should go up to my room and relax. He gives me a quick kiss, and while I know Spencer is probably watching from whatever corner he’s lurking in, I kiss Owen anyway.

I take the elevator to the top floor, looking again at the room key number. No one else from the team seems to be on this floor. As I walk down the hall, counting doors, I realize something.

These are all suites.

For a moment, I wonder if there was a mistake. But when I get to my room, there is a note on the door. I grab it, assuming the worst. Thinking back to ominously scribbled threats.

But when I open it, I let my lungs deflate.

I know you’d rather be at home, but a suite isn’t a bad alternative. Hope the Jacuzzi tub makes up for it. -Miriam

I smile and make a mental note to thank her.

I walk inside and consider my breath stolen. The floor-to-ceiling windows show the city in all its glory, including a view of the Golden Gate Bridge. The giant bed has a fluffy comforter and recessed lighting in the headboard. There’s a coffee bar, a wine fridge, a chaise lounge and a real walk-in closet. But the bathroom is where the magic is at.

Everything is marble—the counters, the flooring and the shower. In the corner is a giant tub.

“Fuck me…” I let out. I willdefinitelyhave to use that later.

I slip out of my shoes and make my way over to the bed, flopping down on it. I pull my phone out to text Kennedy so I can brag, but I stop when I see a white box with a black satin ribbon on the corner of the bed.

I pull it closer to me, mumbling, “Seriously, Miriam, this is too much.”

But when I open the tiny note attached to the box, I realize it’s not from Miriam.

It’s time you know just what you mean to me, Callie Coleman. Be ready for dinner at 8. -Owen.

My heart does another dance, and I bite my lip with a giddy smile. Gingerly—because it’s just so pretty, and honestly, I’ve never been spoiled like this—I untie the ribbon and open the box.

Inside is a yellow dress. It’s simple, but elegant. There’s also a pair of matching heels and a necklace with a solitaire diamond.

Oh my god…

I take a picture and text Kennedy.

Callie:Remember the dress from How to Lose a Guy?

Kennedy:Omg… You would parade around San Fran looking like Kate Hudson. I’m so jealous.

I pull the dress out and hold it up in the full-length mirror. Then I set it aside, unable to stop smiling as I make my way to the bathroom.

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