She laughed.
“Oh my god, Vander.”
He searched her face for the meaning behind her words. Good or bad, he was in too deep now.
“I hear flowers are an important part of a date.”
She stepped onto the porch, the smell of her shampoo carrying on the breeze between them.
“You’re serious?”
The smile spreading across her face did strange things to him.
Not the kind that sent blood rushing south.
The kind that made him want to keep putting that look on her face for a very long time.
His gaze settled on hers. “Very.”
Still looking adorably confused, she reached out and wrapped her fingers around the stems, right above his. With her wide eyes fixed on his and that sexy lock of hair that always tumbled over her forehead, she was the most stunning woman he’d ever seen.
The scents of coffee and cinnamon trickled through the open door.
“They’re beautiful. Thank you,” she said and twitched her head to indicate he should follow her inside.
He dipped his head in response and stepped into the house he’d only left a short time ago.
He trailed her into the kitchen, where she went on tiptoe to reach a vase on top of the fridge. He stepped up to fetch it for her and she turned to him with a soft smile that made her eyes glow even more.
Watching her fill the vase with water and arrange the bouquet made him happier than he’d been in years.
“Tell me more about this date.” She held his stare.
“It means we’re proving Ben right.”
She tipped her head back, a laugh tinkling out and making her so sensationally vibrant that he couldn’t breathe.
“That child.” She shook her head and fussed over a few blooms before turning to him. “So, are you going to tell me what this date involves?”
He shoved his hands into his pockets. “We’re gonna do all your favorite things today.”
She eyed him with a seductive quirk of her lips. “Well, I suppose we already covered the sex part this morning.”
He chuckled. Damn, he could get used to this.
“Now we’re doing the date part. We just have to fit it in before you head to work.”
The expression in her eyes wasn’t fear or exhaustion—just happiness. And he was getting addicted to being the reason for it.
“I already worked it out with Granny Helen too. She’s picking Ben up from school.”
“You talked to Granny Helen?” She blinked at him like he’d crossed a river full of crocodiles instead of merely walking next door.
He nodded. “She promised to leave the gun at home for the school run.”
Summer giggled so hard she had to brace a hand against the counter.
Christ, he could get used to that sound.
