Page 95 of Luck Be Mine
“No, not yet, but let’s head home. I have a surprise.”
She raised a brow. “Which is?”
“A surprise. You’ll see.”
“I want to know.” Yes, she pouted.
“Well, I contemplated a starry night hike, an ocean swim, ice cream. I chose someplace else.”
Cait gazed around. This route was familiar. “A quiet place.”
“Yes. At this time of night, it has the benefit of privacy, no interruptions, comfort, and a nice, sweet spot.”
“A sweet spot?”
“Yep.”
She kicked off her shoes and tucked her legs to the side, smoothing her dress to cover her bare legs.
Hunt kept focused on his driving. When he pulled in the driveway, she stifled a groan.
This wasn’t what she’d expected.
He turned off the truck. “Come with me.”
Disappointed but intrigued, she got out and joined him in their driveway. He took her hand, a small smile on his lips. Except he didn’t go to the front sidewalk or the porch. He went to the gate on the side by Frank’s house and let them in the backyard.
“So what do you have in mind, sailor?”
“Little bit of this and a little bit of that.”
The lawn in the back yard rolled across the large space in uninterrupted green, and tall calla lilies covered the flower beds under the family room and the bedroom. The small patio held their barbecue, black wicker furniture, and a door to the family room. Tall trees and shrubs ran along the back fence. They blocked the view of the street running in back of their house and muffled the noise. Both neighbors had single story homes like theirs. Frank and the elderly Carvers rarely used their backyards.
In the midst of the lawn, there was a full-size bed with the red, triangle-patterned comforter from the family room stretched across the top.
To the side was a small table with a hibachi.
Hunt used his keys to open the back door. He punched in the security code and removed a large grocery bag.
Cait inhaled the fragrant night air and shook off the confusion. Whatever he planned, privacy was guaranteed.
“You are very quiet.”
“I am very curious.”
“Good.” He took a lighter from his pocket and leaned over to light the hibachi. The rest of the items remained in the bag. He was killing her.
“You’re going to have to work a little harder to get me naked.” She knew what this dress did for her body, and she wasn’t above using it.
He looked.
She smiled.
“Naked isn’t my goal, yet. Your birthday is.”
“What are you making?”
He dumped the contents of the bag. Graham crackers, chocolate bars and marshmallows.
