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“I thought we were staying at the Shangri-La,” I said.

“Oops. Did I say that? My bad.” He smirked.

We climbed out of the car and headed into the lobby.

“Ah, Mr. Carter, nice to see you again. Miss Young, welcome.”

“You remember me?” I asked.

“Of course. How could I forget the beautiful American woman who made a fuss because the Rooftop Garden suite was already booked? The key to your suite, Mr. Carter. As always, enjoy your stay.”

“Thank you.”

“What suite did you get us?” I asked as we stepped into the elevator.

He glanced over at me with a smile on his face but didn’t answer my question.

“You got us the Rooftop Garden suite, didn’t you?”

“I did.” He grinned.

“Shut up!” I playfully slapped his arm, and he chuckled.

He opened the door to the suite, and the minute I walked inside, a surreal feeling washed over me as the memory of the first night we met flooded my mind.

“What’s wrong?” he asked.

“Nothing. Nothing is wrong. It’s just the last time we were here together, we were strangers, sharing a beautiful night and expecting never to see each other again.”

He grabbed hold of my hand and led me to the living area.

“I know. That’s why I wanted to stay here, in this very room, again, with you.”

“I love you, Wes Carter,” I softly spoke as I wrapped my arms around his neck.

“And I love you, Anna Young.” His lips gently touched mine. “We need to change. I booked us a couple’s massage, and we need to be down in the spa in about fifteen minutes.”

“Oh my God!” I spoke with excitement as I threw my head back. “That sounds wonderful.”

“I knew you’d love it. So we better get moving.” He slapped my ass.

Chapter Twenty-Eight

Wes

After the long flight, a couple’s massage was just what we needed. It was what I needed to try to calm the nerves flaring up inside me. Tonight was the night. The night I’d propose to Anna and ask her to be my wife. What if she said no? Would she? I didn’t think she would, but with her, you never knew. If she said no, it wouldn’t be because she didn’t love me. I knew she did. It would be because she wasn’t ready.

It wasn’t all that long ago that she planned a wedding and ran from it as fast as she could. She was also still in the midst of putting everything that happened back in California behind her. I believe that was one of the reasons why she took on Francine’s business: to keep herself busy to drown out the hurt she’d felt from the betrayal of her family. She hadn’t spoken to her father since that day. Not because he hadn’t tried to reach out to her but because Anna said she could never forgive him. Both Nina and Matthew were indicted on embezzlement charges and received prison time.

“That was amazing.” She smiled as she hooked her arm in mine, and we went back up to the suite. “I’m starving. Can we go somewhere for dinner?” she asked.

“Of course.” I kissed the side of her head with a smile.

We entered the suite, and Anna and I went to the bedroom. Hanging on the closet door was the dress I ordered for her to wear tonight, along with the tuxedo I ordered.

“What are these?” she asked. “They weren’t here earlier.”

“I had them delivered while we were down at the spa.”

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