“We did good,” she amends.
“Are Char and River here yet?”
“No, they will be among the stragglers. Char was dealing with a bit of nausea earlier.”
“That’s to be expected, I suppose.”
“It is. Though it does make me wonder, if you hadn’t forced her hand today, what excuse she would have made for her tardiness.”
“Knowing Char, she would have blamed River and the fact that he can’t keep his hands off her.” I laugh.
“Very true.” She smiles, her gaze sliding to Kai as he steps up beside her, looking rather handsome in his blue button-down and black slacks.
“Well, lookie there. He does know how to clean up.”
“Maisie.” He tips his chin, not taking the bait of my backhanded compliment. “I think you outdid yourself.” He gestures around the room.
“Do you think it’s too much?” I immediately start to second-guess myself.
“I think it’s perfect.” Lyric stops me from spiraling with a soft touch of her hand against my forearm. “Macallan is going to love it.”
“I hope you’re right,” I say, glancing down at my phone in my hand when I feel it vibrate. As soon as I see Mac’s name on the screen, my stomach twists nervously. “He’s here.”
“I’ll get the DJ ready. Kai, get the lights,” Lyric instructs.
“Thank you,” I mouth, quickly exiting the room.
I step outside mere seconds before Macallan rounds the corner, looking so delicious in his dark jeans and black collared shirt that my knees wobble slightly at the sight of him.
Three months we’ve been officially seeing each other, and I still can’t wrap my head around the fact that this man is actually mine.
“Hey.” He smiles as he drinks me in, his eyes tracking from my feet, clad in silver heels, all the way to the top ofmy head, where my hair is pulled back in a loose updo with tendrils hanging loose, styled around my face.
“Hey,” I repeat, giving him the same perusal.
“Weird spot for dinner,” he says, jabbing his thumb toward the building.
“Says the man who once took me to the rooftop of an abandoned building for dinner.”
“Fair.” His smile widens, offering me a tiny glimpse of his dimple through his facial hair. “Come here.” He grabs my hand the second he reaches me, pulling me into his chest.
His hand slides up one side of my face, cupping it as he leans in to press a kiss to my mouth.
“You look incredible,” he murmurs against my mouth, deepening the kiss. “Please tell me you’ve got a picnic on the roof.” He pulls back much too soon for my liking. “Because as much as I love this dress, I think I’m going to like taking it off you even more.”
My breath hitches, my skin growing warm at his words.
“Unfortunately, you’re going to have to look at me in it for a while. But later...” I give him a wicked grin. “Later, you can do whatever you like with me.”
“Whatever I like?” His hold on me tightens. “You might regret making such a promise.”
“Somehow I doubt that.” I smile up at him.
“God, woman. Could you be any more perfect?”
“Guess we’re about to find out,” I say, stepping back, but not before taking his hand in mine. “Shall we?”
“By all means, Miss Rose. Lead the way.”
