Total pages in book: 48
Estimated words: 47615 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 238(@200wpm)___ 190(@250wpm)___ 159(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 47615 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 238(@200wpm)___ 190(@250wpm)___ 159(@300wpm)
Before I step out, I sneak around the corner of the kitchen to make sure we are alone again.
My mouth hangs open at the sight of what Kane’s gone and done.
The windows glow orange in the sunset outside, but inside there are groups of tall, thick pillar candles flickering softly.
And flowers.
I’ve never seen so many flowers in my life.
My knees go weak again as it dawns on me that this is just Kane being Kane.
Arranging all this while I slept.
Our first real date, I guess.
I feel badly underdressed for the occasion but spellbound by how pretty everything is. Knowing it’s all for me, I tiptoe into the kitchen. Startled when Kane suddenly appears holding a giant vase of red and white roses.
“Hi,” I squeak, and Kane sets the vase down, hooking his arm around my waist and kissing me deeply.
“I was just setting up the dining room,” he murmurs. Lingering long after he’s kissed me, commenting on how nice my shirt looks.
“We don’t use the dining room very often. I just thought it would be nice if…,” he trails off.
But I can’t contain myself.
“Nice if you bought every rose and candle in town!” I exclaim.
“You really shouldn’t have, Kane,” I tell him, making him pout.
“Uh. Yeah, I should have, and I did,” he says swiftly, poking his tongue out and ordering me to cover my eyes as he takes me by the hand.
Guiding me into the huge dining room, which I don’t think I’ve ever even seen in all my visits to Abby’s place.
Feeling like a princess, even though I’m wearing nothing but his shirt, I play along because I can see how much it means to Kane.
He’s showing me how he feels, not just telling me. And by the looks, the guy’s got deep enough pockets to walk his talk.
“Okay, keep ‘em covered,” Kane croons, making me giggle, but I don’t peek.
I don’t think he could’ve surprised me much more, but opening my eyes once he tells me I can and letting them adjust to all the silverware gleaming in the candlelight, I’m truly speechless.
“I was trying to set things up quietly while you slept,” he confesses, guiding me over to a plush dining chair he pulls out for me, even unfolding one of the ornate napkins and putting it across my lap.
Only when he does, do I notice that he’s wearing a pretty nice outfit.
The kind of thing he might wear out to I don’t know…a special dinner with a special someone.
“I’m not even dressed,” I murmur, but Kane’s eyes dance with pleasure and a little mischief as he pecks my lips.
Assuring me that, if anything, I’m overdressed for the occasion.
“I couldn’t take you out anyplace,” he confides, letting his voice drop low as if other imaginary diners might hear him. “But as soon as you’ve had your last mouthful, I’m taking you again…right here on this fucking tablecloth, you hear me?” he rasps into my ear. Sending a fresh shiver of arousal down my spine.
My head nods instantly, wondering just how many courses I have to get through before I can hold him to that promise.
“But first…,” he continues, focusing his gaze on the gleaming silver domes that I know are covering those delicious food smells.
“It’s time to put some food in that belly of yours,” he grins, lifting off the first lid, and I suddenly feel ravenous for food.
Even hungrier for him. But most of all, I feel more special than I’ve ever felt in my whole life.
My eyes mist up again as I tell myself to stop blubbering every time something good happens.
“What, you don’t like pasta?” Kane asks, lifting another lid. “We’ve got steak… Chicken… I kinda just ordered a little of everything,” he shrugs.
“It’s just beautiful,” I sniff, leaning over and hooking my arms around his neck.
“Thank you, Kane. Nobody’s ever done anything so, so…nice for me,” I manage to stammer without bawling my eyes out.
“You’re beautiful,” he reminds me, pecking my nose with his lips. “Now, let’s eat. And I can fill you in on everything you missed out on while you were sleeping,” he grins, making my stomach lurch as I relive the phone conversation I just heard with him and my mom.
But he doesn’t look worried about anything.
In fact, I’d say he looks like a man who knows what he wants and is just putting the finishing touches on finally getting it.
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
Kane
It’s a little over the top, sure, but it’s everything I feel about Jen. So I rustle up a romantic dinner in the few hours she’s asleep without leaving the house.
It’s a start and not something I plan on giving up just because her mom wants her home.
This is her home now. Jen’s place is with me.
And as much as I wanted to avoid discussing things with her mom, I kinda have to once Jen lets on she overheard our phone conversation just as dinner was arriving.