Page 106 of The Guy Who Became My Grumpy Boss

When we were both breathing hard, he gently pulled away. “We don’t have plans for tonight, correct?”

“Correct,” I said, eyeing him. What was he up to?

“I have a proposition.”

“Oh yeah?” Was that a gleam in his eyes? Peter didn’t domischief. “What is it?”

“A surprise.”

I blinked. “A what?”

He smiled, and the sincerity in his expression made my knees go weak. Peter smiled more with me than with anyone else, but this was a category five on his happy scale. Something I’d only seen a few times before.

Peter held out his hand. “Do you trust me?”

I grinned and interlaced my fingers with his. “Of course.”

Peter tugged me to him, brushed my cheek, then pulled me out the door.

Thirty minutes later, we stood outside the hotel where we’d had our company party all those months ago.

“What are we doing here?” I asked.

“You’ll see.” Peter’s voice shook just a little, and I wondered what he’d done.

Of course we’d talked about getting married and what that would entail. Peter was a plan ahead kind of guy. He’d even had me pick out a ring, but with Nanette’s baby and a few other things going on, we hadn’t made it official.

Was that what this was about?

But why here? I knew he’d prefer to ask me in private.

Peter took my hand, which still sent a tingly thrill through me, and led me inside.

The man behind the desk—the one who had been completely useless the day of the fire alarm—grinned and waved.

I waved back, more confused than ever.

When we headed to the ballroom, I looked at Peter. “What’s going on?”

“You’ll see.” He lifted my hand and kissed the back of it. The action felt like it was more for him than me, so I bit my lip and followed.

The doors creaked open to reveal a dark chasm.

Peter reached over and flipped on the lights.

I flinched back, then my jaw hinged open.

A miniature golf course, made up of seven holes not unlike those we’d created for the company party, lay before me. Only instead of using food, each of these were clearly related to my friends.

The first was a ranch complete with horses and cow obstacles. It made me think of Brooke. The second consisted of fashionably dressed dolls, which had to represent Victoria.

I looked at Peter. “What is this?”

“We’ll have to play through and find out.” He went to a nearby table, snatched up two clubs and two balls, and came back to me. “Shall we?”

I took out my phone to take a picture, but he held out his hand. “No phones.”

“Why not?”

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