Page 12 of Five Mistletoe Moments
After taking her shower, they decided to enjoy the upper seventies weather and eat on the balcony. More than once, she caught Dwight staring at her. “What?”
“You’re really enjoying that guacamole.”
“I am and I was sitting here thinking about taking some home.”
He laughed. “Why don’t you make your own?”
“I tried, but it doesn’t taste the same,” she grumbled, shoving another loaded chip in her mouth.
“I’ll make you some when you come to my house.”
She froze mid-chew. “Um…I’m coming to your house?” When he nodded, she asked, “When?”
His eyes locked on hers. “Soon.”
A million questions popped into her head from how soon to whether he planned to introduce her to his family.Whoa, girl. You’re getting way ahead of yourself.For all she knew, this dream-come-true relationship could turn into a nightmare, just as all her other ones had done. But, somehow, she didn’t see that happening. She didn’t want to see it happen. However, Mia did wonder how they would make it work for the long-term. At some point, all the going back and forth could take a toll on them. She got so lost in her musings, it took a minute to realize Dwight called her name. “I’m sorry. What did you say?”
“I asked you to dance with me.”
“There’s no music,” she said with a laugh.
Dwight stood and extended his hand. “Listen.”
Taking his hand, she rose to her feet. Then she heard it—the sweet strains of a Spanish guitar. Mia melted in his arms as he began a slow sway. She let out a contented sigh.I could do this forever.
Chapter 5
“You still aren’t going to tell me where we’re going?” Mia called out from the bathroom.
Dwight shook his head. “I did tell you where we’re going—dinner and a show.” She’d been asking since last night and all day today and he’d given her the same answer.
“But you didn’t saywherethis dinner and show will be. How do I know if what I’m wearing is appropriate?”
He walked over to the bathroom and leaned against the door frame. His gaze made a slow tour down her body in the halter top and slim-fitting skirt. “You look beautiful.” Instead of the ponytail she’d been wearing, today the long strands hung in soft curls on her shoulders and the upper part of her back. The bronze color on her lush lips tempted him to go for kiss number three, but he held back. He needed to stick to the plan.
“Thanks.” She sauntered over to where he stood, pressed her body against his and gave him a sultry smile. “Come on, baby. You can tell me.”
Her hand started on his chest and slowly went lower. Dwight gently clamped his hand on hers. “It’s a surprise. Just wear those cute flat sandals with all the jewels and don’t forget your wrap. There’s a little bit of walking and I want you to be comfortable.” He pushed off the wall and chuckled. “Stop pouting. You’ve never had a man plan a surprise?”
She snorted. “Please. I barely had a man make dinner reservations, andthatonly happened once.”
What the hell kind of men had she dated? “Then you’re in for a good time.” Mia slid her feet into the sandals and he squatted down to buckle them. Dwight checked the time. “We need to get going.” Straightening, he took her hand and led her downstairs to the awaiting taxi. He’d called while she was getting dressed.
“A dinner cruise?” Mia asked when the driver let them out at the dock.
“Nope. Something better, although there will be drinks and hors d’oeuvres served while we sail.” He’d purchased VIP tickets, which gave them priority boarding and seating on the catamaran, and the same for the dinner and show. It still bothered him that the sorry excuses for men she’d dated hadn’t taken time to treat her like the queen she was and do something as simple as dinner reservations. She’d never have to worry about that again because this beautiful woman had been sent to restore his heart and he would treasure the gift he’d been given.
“If this is the kind of thing you do, you can surprise me anytime, Dwight Albright.”
“This is exactly what you can expect from me always.”
Once they left the dock, they enjoyed margaritas and appetizers while watching the sunset.
Mia leaned over and whispered, “These margaritas are nowhere near as good as Pipi’s.”
Dwight chuckled. But he agreed. Tomorrow would be their last day and he’d make sure whatever they did included another trip to the restaurant for her beloved guacamole. On their previous visit, he had paid close attention and felt confident he could recreate the recipe to her satisfaction. And if all went according to plan, it would be sooner rather than later. He wanted her to spend Christmas Eve night and Christmas day with him and his family. He knew they’d love her. The trip across Bay of Banderas ended at Las Caletas, where they were welcomed by drummers escorted to a cove and seated at a candle-lit table overlooking the water.
“It’s so beautiful here,” she said after they returned to their chairs with plates filled from the buffet minutes later. “Is the show here, too?”
