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Chapter 23

Summer

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We knew the week ahead was going to be busy so we tried to squeeze everything into this weekend.

Friday was Devon’s court case but Alex had started to get antsy about it from last week.

He was like that at work a lot, and tried not to be at home, but I’d caught the worried look on his face a number of times.

We’d spent the last few hours flying and decided to finish up at the little coffee house near the apartment.

We sat outside, enjoying the late afternoon sun. The table we chose was right by the canal that verged off to a stream the ducks had become fond of. It reminded me of somewhere European.

He looked out to the shimmering water with a faraway look in his eyes.

“Alex.” I reached forward and took his hands.

He turned his head and focused his attention back on me.

“Yes, angel.”

Like always I marveled at how the sun shone on his eyes turning them colorless. It was he who looked like an angel.

“What’s wrong?”

“Nothing, I’m good.”

“Liar,” I smirked.

He smiled and took hold of both my hands. He brought them up to his lips and kissed them. “I want to take you somewhere. Away. We should go away somewhere nice.” His eyes sparkled.

“The chocolate factory.” I teased.

“No.” He frowned. “I don’t mean like that. I mean on vacation.”

I giggled. “You’re too busy.”

“Not for you. I’ll drop everything for you.” He nodded.

It was these moments that lifted my spirit to a state of warm bliss that I couldn’t ignore. I tried to push such feelings away to protect my heart but sometimes I couldn’t. Sometimes I just wanted to be the hopeless romantic that I was and relish in the beautiful, god-like man who’d worked so hard to be with me, and always made me feel like a queen.

Who could ignore that?

“Thank you. It means a lot that you’d do that for me.”

He kissed my knuckles again. “Where would you like to go?”

I laughed and thought of the prospect of this happening. “The Bahamas.”

“The Bahamas? I like that. We could be away for weeks.”

“Alex we can’t be away for weeks.”

“Why not?”

“I’m your PA. Who will manage the work? Plus people will know we’re away together. There’s no need to take me on vacation with you.”