“What are you planning?” I asked.

“You just have to wait.”

“I don’t like surprises.”

She eyed me for a moment.

“Tough shit.”

“Are you sure you want to play that game with me?”

She pouted.

“Don’t be such a spoilsport. Why can’t you just let me do this and not ask questions? I thought you wanted me to have a proper Christmas.”

And that put the discussion to bed. If I pushed, she’d just get upset. The very last thing I wanted.

“Okay. You win. I won’t pry.”

It made her smile. So fucking radiant. When she was done, she handed the laptop and the card back to me. She’d closed down whatever she’d been doing. I wouldn’t try check the internet browser history. I was going to be good for her sake.

I caught her face before she moved away from me and kissed her. She melted into me, her hands curling around my neck. When she pulled away, she rested her forehead against mine.

“Are we going to have a proper dinner and everything?”

“Yes. I’ll get it all, don’t worry.”

“Okay, but I hate sprouts so don’t bother with those.”

I grinned.

“For the record, I hate them too.”

“I knew there was a reason I liked you.”

“Is that the only reason?”

“No…”

Her face flushed. I knew exactly what she was thinking. And she thought I had a dirty mind. She’d wound me up about it only last night in bed after I’d listed all the places I wanted to come on her. She hadn’t said no.

Now I’d sorted out the bits for Christmas with her, there was something else we needed to get on with. I hoped this would show her I wanted her in my life.

“Do you want to go get dressed? We’re going out.”

“What?”

“You heard me.”

“Why and where?”

“We’re going to see someone.”

“Who?”

I shook my head, pushing her back.

“No questions.”