“Okay.”
He leans forward and cups my face in the palm of his giant hand.“Thank you,” he whispers softly before pressing his lips to mine.
Suddenly, my day doesn’t seem so awful.Words can be changed, and I have enough time to do it.Whatever harsh and horrible things Susan said or the editor wrote no longer seem to sting as bad.
Our kiss is broken by the familiar chime of the elevator as we arrive on our floor.“I’ll text you in a little bit with the travel details.Just pack a few things—and for warm weather.”
“Where are we going?”
“It’s a surprise.”He smiles mischievously.
Normally, surprises aren’t my cup of tea, but there’s something about the way he’s smiling at me that has the butterflies in my stomach doing backflips.I don’t remember the last time I went on vacation.It’s been years since I stepped outside of my little world and remembered all the pleasure life has to offer.
