Page 239 of A Song for You

I shake my head in pure wonder. Because despite all life’s challenges, I somehow found a man with that kind of dedication. “Holy shit, Soph”—I look down at my black coat—“am I dressed okay?”

She laughs. “You thought you were meeting with Sienna Langfield. Of course you are. Dexter made sure of it.”

And I’m in yellow.

I shake my head. “You all set me up.”

“You’re late,” she cries. “Go!”

Unsurprisingly, the person who opens the door greets me and leads me to the roof. With a smile, I follow, playing along with Jay’s plan.

The inside of the house is everything one could ever want. An open floor plan downstairs, with a beautiful kitchen that would be wasted on a terrible cook like me. A fireplace, already lit and crackling, sits opposite the kitchen, leaving the house smelling cozy and woodsy. On the floor before it is a pile of blankets and throw pillows and several vases filled with roses. My heart leaps, and anticipation for what Jay has planned sends butterflies fluttering in my stomach. The man doesn’t slow his pace through the house, so I rush to catch up, my heart melting at the sight of flickering candles lining the steps as we make our way to the rooftop.

I don’t get the opportunity to check out the second floor, but as we pass, I count several doors down the hallway. Rounding our way up another level, we pass the most gorgeous stained-glass window, but again, my guide doesn’t give me time to study it. The third floor is open and empty, just dark wood and natural light filtering through the windows.

“This way,” the man says, leading me toward another door.

When I reach the top of this flight of stairs, I find myself blinking into the sunlight. It takes a moment for my eyes to adjust, but when they do, I suck in a sharp breath.

It’s like I’ve stepped foot inside a magical garden. Greenery everywhere, with pops of yellow. Daffodils, daisies, and calla lilies wind around the entire space.

Candles of varying sizes glitter across the rooftop.

And across from me, Jay stands under a pergola, wearing the shit out of a black Tom Ford tuxedo, his hair blowing in the breeze and his lips parting, as if I’ve stolen his words.

Fortunately, the roof is warmed by heating lamps, so I drop my coat to the ground. And in a yellow chiffon dress that hugs my curves perfectly and feathers out midcalf, I take one step, then another, toward the love of my life.

“How did I get so lucky?” Jay breathes as he holds his hand out to me, wearing an awestruck smile.

I blow out a shaky breath. “What are you doing here?”

“Forgot to give you your song today,” he says, his voice stronger now, easier.

“Oh yeah? I just figured you didn’t have one.”

Jay shakes his head and lets out a soft chuckle. “No, Kitten, I always have one. Haven’t gone a day since we met without picking out a song for you.”

“What?”

Jay holds out his phone. “Here. Take a look.”

I survey him for a minute, trying to wrap my mind around what he’s saying. When he doesn’t elaborate, I take the phone and scroll through what looks like a never-ending playlist.

“Go to the first one,” he says.

I stare at him stupidly.

“The first thing I noticed when I saw you in the café were the gold flecks in your eyes. You calmed me. I have no idea why.” He chuckles. “You were frazzled. And you were completely destroying my business with your inability to work a damn coffee pot.

“I was evil. Completely uncaring about anyone but myself. Focused on nothing but my task—to destroy your family. And then I saw you, looked into your eyes, and that damn song started to play on repeat.”

“There are hundreds of songs here,” I mutter.

“Four thousand, seven hundred and fifty-three, to be exact.”

“What?”

“A song for every day since I met you.”