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"I do no such thing," he counters with mock affront.
"Then why is your assistant always booking my appointments?" I point out.
He raises a brow. "What's the point of having an assistant if she isn't assisting?" He sighs dreamily. "And thanks for reminding me I have my very own assistant."
Luke used to work with my ex, Ryan. They were partners in a tiny, two-man law firm. About six months ago, Luke sold his half of the practice to Ryan. He wanted to cut any ties with him forever.
Thank God.
Now, Luke works independently as a divorce lawyer. He really adores his job. He loves discussing the virtues of dissolving toxic marriages.
I bite my lip to keep from laughing at his expression. "You certainly didn't forget how to gloat in the last few days."
"It's a skill I'd never let die," he says seriously. Shifting his attention, he squeezes my hand and points me to the staircase. "Miss Summers, I'd love to stand here talking shit about your boss all night, but our reservation is for 7:00."
"Is that so?"
He nodes gravely.
"Yes, and I'd hate to be late to my anniversary dinner. It would be dreadfully embarrassing."
"So it would," I agree, smiling slightly.
He leans down and brushes his lips against mine.
They're so soft and sweet. Kissing him feels like home.
I'm so glad to be back.
I follow Luke upstairs.
He tried to convince me we should celebrate our anniversary at the restaurant where we shared our first meal, but I nixed the idea. Ryan still works across the street, and I don't want to ruin a year of bliss by running into my bitter ex-boyfriend.
Instead, we're at a secluded restaurant on the other side of the marina. It's close to the water, close enough that we should have a gorgeous view of the sunset.
It's popular for that reason.
But today... it's quiet. Unusually quiet.
I frown, just then noticing it.
I was too busy taking Luke in before.
But I'm not in suspense for long.
When I get to the top floor, I see why.
There's space for 100 people.
But no one is here.
Light streams through the windows, bouncing off the clean hard-wood floors and the mostly empty room.
There's only one table set up.
One.
My jaw drops at the sight. It's so... perfect.
