Page 78 of Mail Order Pointe (Hawthorne Billionaire 6)

I sent Murphy a text thanking her for guiding Sabrina’s attire for the night. I’d asked her to help so I wouldn’t have to tell Sabrina to dress fancy. I wasn’t able to plan the complete “Pretty Woman” thing, but my version of it. The driver dropped me at the entrance where I met Bond and Charlie.

“The helicopter is set. I’ll be flying it.” Charlie turned to Bond. “He’ll being driving you to the private hanger.”

“Perfect. And we’re all set for the rooftop landing at the restaurant?” I confirmed. “Did you get the bracelet I ordered?”

“I have it right here, in the red velvet just like you asked.” Bond handed it to me. “After I drop you at the hanger, I’ll go to the restaurant to be available. You won’t see me unless you need me.”

“So, James Bond. No wonder they call you that.” I laughed. “I agree with Sabrina. Charlie needs a nickname.”

“I’ll be waiting to hear what you come up with.” He chuckled, then mumbled to himself. “I like Bronson, though, if you like it.”

“Bronson? As in Charles Bronson?” I stopped to look back at him. “I like that too. I’ll run it by Sabrina.”

“Don’t tell her; she wants to pick it.” He smiled. “It’ll be our secret.”

“You want me to lie to my new wife?” I gasped. “I think you’re trying to get me divorced.”

“I never said lie to her.”

“Oh, Bond, did you finalize the special venue for after dinner?”

“As you requested, along with the dessert table.”

“Thank you, guys. You really are the best.” I waved and went inside.

I entered the penthouse, calling out for Sabrina. She called back that she would be a few minutes. I hurried into my room to put on my tux the guys delivered for me. Ten minutes later, I waited in the living room, pacing.

Why am I so nervous? It’s just Sabrina. She will like anything we do.

“Sorry to make you wait,” she said from across the room.

“Holy cow! You look beautiful.” I was stunned at the sight of her. “I’ve never seen your hair down.”

“I don’t usually wear it down, but Murphy helped me.” She touched her hair. “Do you like it? If not, I can put it up real quick.”

“Are you kidding me? I absolutely love it. You should wear it down more often.” I walked toward her. “I see you got the long red dress.”

“I did. Even the white gloves.” She put her arms out showing me. “I am ready for our night out.”

“Nah, you’re not completely ready. I think you’re missing something.”

“I am? What did I forget?” She looked down at herself. “I think I have everything. Oh, wait, my purse.”

“No, it’s not your purse.” I held the red box out in front of me. “I think it’s this.”

“A bracelet? Oh, my goodness, look at all the charms.” She ran her fingers over it. “Is that ballet slippers?”

“It is, along with a ballet dancer.” I took it out of the box. “Hold your arm out.”

“Those are a lot of diamonds, but I love the ballet stuff better.” She smiled up at me. “You didn’t have to do this, but thank you so much.”

“I had to. It’s in the movie.” I put my elbow out. “That, and I really wanted to.”

We walked to the elevator that was already open and waiting on us. I hit the down button, then we stood in silence.

“I think this is where I am supposed to say I’m thanking you now for tonight. Wait, no, that’s not it.” She crinkled up her nose. “It’s, ‘If I forget to tell you later, I had a great time tonight.’”

“You nailed it. Let’s hope I get my parts right.” I gestured for her to exit the elevator.

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