Page 66 of The Prince's Game
“Because you agree with me.” I saw the way his eyes lit up when we walked inside. We both knew it wasthe one.
His dimples flashed. “Is that so?”
“Yep.”
“So confident, Miss Summers.”
“Always.” Except when it came to asking about our future. “But if you need to see the last property, I understand. It’ll only confirm what we both already know.”
“I see.” He kept driving, his gaze pensive. He was sporting a navy blue sweater and jeans. Not the look of a billionaire, but that was the point. He was going for inconspicuous. I matched him in jeans, boots, and a creamy turtleneck. Iceland in April was cold, but the capital was on the water and more temperate than the other areas we visited on our trip. My favorite part was the hot springs, but the country’s waterfalls were breathtaking.
We arrived at the final property, but Evan didn’t move to get out of the car. He pulled off to the side and studied the surroundings. We were in the center of the city, near all the local bars and restaurants. It wasn’t busy, but that was to be expected. The population in Reykjavík wasn’t much more than my hometown in Indiana.
“You’re right. The previous property is the best one.” He gave me a look I couldn’t interpret. “Maybe we need to reconsider this marketing partnership. You have an eye for real estate.”
I laughed. “Yeah, right. I just have an eye for location. All part of my photography brain, Mershano. I look at this location and see it being cute for a few city shots, but that other location offered city, mountains, and water. That makes it perfect, in my unprofessional opinion.”
“Well, I happen to agree with yourprofessionalopinion on this one.” He typed something into his phone before sliding it into his pocket. “Want to grab a bite to eat before we head back to the insanity?”
“Sure. What did you have in mind?”
“Want to hop out and walk somewhere random?”
“Sounds perfect to me.” I opened my door and met him around the back. He enveloped me in a hug and kiss that left me breathless.
“Thank you for today, Sarah. It meant a lot to have you by my side.”
I warmed at his words. “I enjoyed seeing what you do even if it was just a small part of it.”
“Maybe we can do it again after the show?”
My heart skipped a beat. “Like go on another mini vacation to scout out hotel locations?”
“Yeah, something like that. If you’re interested?”
I swallowed. We were making plans forafterthe show. What did that mean? I didn’t have the guts to ask or take it seriously, so I cracked a smile instead. “I mean, I’ll have to check my schedule, but I can probably pencil in a getaway on your private jet. I do plan to live on it, after all.”
“Naked, if I recall, correct?”
“I do believe that was the stipulation.”
“Excellent. We’ll have to make it a long trip. Thailand maybe?”
“Sure, why not?” I had no idea if he was serious or not, butholy shit. We were making plans for the future. Postshow. That had to meansomething, right?
Oh my God, I was turning into the girl who overanalyzes everything. That wasn’t me. When it came to relationships, I went with the flow. I enjoyed the moment. I didn’t think about tomorrow or what might happen between myself and a man. He wanted to go on another trip. I did, too. This was Evan, the man against marriage, who meant what he said. I had to remember that. It wasn’t fair to him to expect more or read too much into it.
But would it hurt to ask?
I drummed my fingers against my jeans as we walked, biting my lip. It wouldn’t hurt to clarify, would it?
“How about this one?” He suggested after reading a menu of a pub a few blocks from the car.
“Sure.” I didn’t bother looking at the food offerings. My stomach was in knots. This relationship business sucked. I preferred the easygoing Sarah Summers, who didn’t care about long-term relationships and lived in the now. When did she get soft and fall in love?When you met Evan. Fuck.
We sat near the window, giving us a pretty street view. The architecture in Reykjavík was colorful. I loved the varying shades decorating each roof; it reminded me of the rainbow when viewing the city from above. The pub Evan chose was picturesque and quiet, with a single owner and one other dining pair. It gave the pub a romantic air despite the trademark beer signs littering the walls. I ordered a fish dish, something the country seemed to specialize in, while Evan ordered pasta.
“You’re pensive over there, Summers. Lay it on me.” He was starting to read me a little too well.
