Page 35 of My Rancher Valentine

“Thank you.” I smiled, trying to remember when the nickname got on my nerves. “Where are we going?”

He kissed my cheek. “To the stars.”

“And where exactly is that?”

“Just relax and enjoy the ride.”

I did as he said and took a sip of the champagne. I wasn’t normally a fan, but this was amazing. The flavor was a little tart but also fruity. There was a sky roof that was open, so I leaned back into his shoulder and watched the night sky pass overhead.

We were headed toward the mountains. I could feel the incline as we got closer. There was a ski resort not too far from Bliss Haven, but I was pretty sure we were going skiing. I didn’t think we were going mountain climbing either.

Just before I was about to ask, the car stopped. “Where are we?”

The door opened, and Beau smiled. “Come have a look.” He got out and then held his hand out for me.

I put my glass down and swung my legs out before standing. In front of me was a babbling stream with lights sprinkled around the edge and an open gazebo with a cutout top.

There was a table all set up with our meal and candles to add the right amount of light to make the whole thing romantic, and space heaters to keep us warm.

My hand covered my mouth, and tears fell. No one had ever done anything like this for me. “Where are we?”

“My family has a cabin up here, and we are on the back side of the property.” He led me up to the table.

“How did you do all this?”

“With a lot of help.”

The limo drove off so we could have some privacy.

“Are staying up here?”

“Yes.” He held out the seat for me. “My truck is up at the house.” At least we had a way to get back home in the morning.

“And clothes?” I hadn’t packed clothes, but Beau was good for coming up with clothes at the last minute.

He sat across from me. “I was hoping they wouldn’t be needed.” He lifted my hand to his lips.

“Let’s see how good dinner is first.” I lifted the dome covering my plate and cracked up laughing. “Burgers?”

“I never got my double up from Grill Down.” He lifted his and smiled.

“Next, you’re going to tell me there’s ice cream for dessert.” I joked.

“I hoped you’d be dessert.” His gaze scorched me.

I picked up my burger and took a bit. “I think that could be arranged.”

Dinner was filled with heated touches and glances that left nothing to the imagination. I let my leg run up the side of his and Beau almost knocked the table over.

“Careful Kitten.”

“No.” I did it again.

“Maybe I should have saved the hamburgers for when I could really enjoy them.” He stood and covered both our plates.

“What are you doing?” I widened my eyes as if I didn’t know.

He pulled out my chair and swung me up into his arms. “Satisfying a different hunger.”

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