Page 37 of Pitch for You

Brett just grinned, tapping the side of his nose. “That's for me to know and you to find out. Just trust me, okay?”

I laughed, shaking my head. “Alright, Mr. Mysterious. I'll play along. See you at seven.”

As I walked back to the house, my mind was already whirling with possibilities. What did Brett have planned? And more importantly, what was I going to wear?

I spent the next few hours in a frenzy of preparation, trying on outfit after outfit until I finally settled on a slinky black dress that hugged my curves in all the right places. As I applied the finishing touches to my makeup, I heard the sound of tires on gravel outside.

My heart leapt. Brett was here.

Taking a deep breath, I grabbed my purse and headed for the door, ready for whatever the night might bring.

Brett's truck idled in the driveway, and I could see his silhouette through the windshield. As I approached, he stepped out, and my breath caught in my throat. He was dressed in a crisp white shirt and dark slacks, his usually messy hair neatly combed back. He looked... magnificent.

“Wow,” he breathed as I reached him. “You look absolutely stunning.”

A blush crept up my cheeks. “You clean up pretty well yourself, cowboy.”

He grinned, opening the passenger door for me. ‘Your chariot awaits, my lady.”

As we drove, the anticipation built. Brett refused to give me any hints about our destination, no matter how much I pestered him. The familiar country roads gave way to the outskirts of town, and then we were on the highway, heading towards the city.

“The city?” I asked, surprised. “What's in the city?”

Brett just smiled enigmatically. “You'll see.”

An hour later, we pulled up in front of a swanky restaurant I'd only ever dreamed of visiting. The valet took Brett's keys, and he led me inside, his hand warm on the small of my back.

The maître d' greeted us with a bow. “Mr. Thompson, your table is ready.”

As we followed him to a secluded corner, I leaned in close to Brett. “How did you manage this? This place is impossible to get into!”

He winked at me. “I have my ways. Besides, nothing's too good for you.”

We settled into our seats, and as the waiter poured us each a glass of champagne, I couldn't help but feel like I was living in a dream. The candlelight flickered across Brett's face, highlighting his strong jawline and the warmth in his eyes.

“To us,” he said, raising his glass. “And to new beginnings.”

I clinked my glass against his, my heart full. “To us.”

As we savored our meal and talked and laughed, I realized that this was more than just a date. This was Brett showing me that he was all in, that he was ready to give me the world if I'd let him.

“So, I have other plans for dessert, are you ready for the next surprise?”

I nodded and got up immediately, ready to be whisked away.

He opened the passenger door for me, ever the gentleman, and I slid in, the leather seat cool against my bare legs. As Brett started the engine, the air between us crackled.

We drove in comfortable silence for a while.

“Almost there,” he said, a hint of nervousness in his voice.

The road wound through a grove of trees before opening up to reveal a breathtaking vista. Brett parked the truck at the edge of a cliff overlooking a vast valley, the setting sun painting the sky in vibrant oranges and pinks.

“Oh, Brett,” I whispered, awestruck. “It's beautiful.”

He smiled, reaching into the back seat to pull out a picnic basket. “I thought we could have dessert with a view.”

As we unpacked all my favorites, he had really thought about tonight.

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