Total pages in book: 52
Estimated words: 52849 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 264(@200wpm)___ 211(@250wpm)___ 176(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 52849 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 264(@200wpm)___ 211(@250wpm)___ 176(@300wpm)
I realized he’d rented the whole place. This was all for us.
I was stunned, and melting, and my stomach was doing this flutter-flip thing.
“Jonah,” I whispered.
He squeezed my hand, because he was still holding my hand.
Seriously loved my husband.
We had our own chef, and no other staff. He dished up the plates for us and left us alone.
The stars above. The lights. The sound of the running water.
It was one of the most romantic dates I could’ve imagined, and it was just Jonah.
He did this for me.
I could say that I’d remember this night for the rest of my life, but that wasn’t true. I’d remember what he did.
The food was delicious.
The garden was a sanctuary.
But I wouldn’t remember those details.
I’d remember the look in his eyes when he’d pulled into the parking lot, how ecstatic he was to see my reaction.
I’d remember the way he held my hand the entire night.
I would remember how he looked up at the stars, his thumb rubbing over the inside of my hand.
I would remember falling even more in love with him that night.
I sat across from him, listening to him tell me a story about one of the hospital volunteers, and I soaked everything up.
I would never stop soaking in this man—these moments, every laugh, every look, every caress, every story. They were locked in my head, in a vault, and I’d never give anyone the code. They were mine.
Except, well, one day Gabby could learn all about how her mommy and daddy met, then fell in love.
But until then… I leaned over, stopping Jonah mid-story, and kissed him.
I would remember kissing him, too.
I would never stop kissing him.
* * * *
JONAH
“I love you.” Carson sighed softly as I slid inside of her that night.
I was declaring this date a success. She never stopped smiling all evening.
I bent down, grazing a soft kiss over her shoulder, and decided I’d tell her in the morning that I wanted to start trying for a second baby.
THE END