Total pages in book: 37
Estimated words: 34442 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 172(@200wpm)___ 138(@250wpm)___ 115(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 34442 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 172(@200wpm)___ 138(@250wpm)___ 115(@300wpm)
Rose petals.
So many rose petals.
A giant smile consumed my face as I set my keys and phone down on the counter right next to the heart-shaped card propped up on a bowl of fruit and waiting for me.
On the front, it read Be My Valentine Forever and Always, Benny?
I flipped it over, and on the back, a handwritten message in my husband’s familiar scrawl stared back at me.
My Georgie,
Happy (very early) Valentine’s Day, gorgeous.
If there is one thing I’m certain of, it’s beautiful, amazing you and the fact that I want to spend the rest of my life laying the world at your adorable feet.
“I vow to spend the rest of our lives laughing, smiling, going on crazy adventures, and most importantly, loving each other through the good times and the bad…”
When I said those words to you, while standing at the altar and professing my love and eternal commitment to you in front of God and our family and friends, I meant them.
And that’s exactly why, even though you think Valentine’s Day holds some kind of curse over your pretty little head, I’m determined to find a way around it and spoil the hell out of you.
Pack your bags, Georgie.
Big-dicked Brooks has a special, sexy, romantic adventure planned just for you. And he’s even agreed to let the rest of my body come too.
My heart is yours.
Always,
Kline
Happy early Valentine’s Day?
Pack your bags?
A romantic adventure?
So many questions filled my head.
Completely puzzled, I had to place a hand over my mouth in an effort to stifle the shocked giggle that came out of my throat and the giddy emotions that rolled around in my belly.
What was happening?
When I read a little farther, I found the instructions for how to find out were waiting right there for me.
P.S. Follow the roses.
It didn’t take long before I did just that, shucking my heels and taking off at a run down the hallway and up the stairs. Eventually, I reached our master bedroom, where my husband stood beside our bed with two glasses of wine in his hands and a glorious stripe of confidence painted across his perfect lips.
“Hello, wife.”
“Well, hello, husband.” I smiled back at him. “This is…uh…quite the greeting…”
His smirk blossomed into a megawatt smile as he handed me a glass of white wine, but he didn’t say anything else.
“So…uh…mind telling me what’s going on?” I asked, eyeing my husband inquisitively as I took a polite sip.
“Well…” Kline stepped forward and pressed a kiss to the corner of my mouth. “I know February 14th isn’t your favorite day, but I want to make sure my beautiful wife still gets to enjoy getting spoiled for Valentine’s Day, even if that means bending the rules a little bit.”
I tilted my head to the side.
“So, Georgie, will you be my really early valentine?” He pretended to cough over the word “really,” and my cheeks started to hurt with my smile.
“I want to say yes, immediately, but…” He furrowed his brow. “Given my history with this holiday, I’m hoping you won’t mind if I request a copy of the fine print first.”
“The fine print?” he questioned, a chuckle following his words.
I nodded. “The nitty-gritty. The details. The exact plan you have, so I know how to properly prepare myself in case of emergency.”
He pulled me in suddenly, slamming a kiss to my lips and stealing my breath away. By the time he pulled away, I found I wasn’t all that concerned with the details anymore.
“God, I love you, Benny. We leave on a secret getaway tomorrow morning. Far away from February, far away from your parents, far away from everything. Just you and me and time to ourselves.”
“A getaway? Tomorrow?” I questioned, shock and awe in my voice.
He nodded, eyes shining with amusement.
“But it’s Thursday. I have work—”
He cut me off by shaking his head. “I already talked to Wes and got the approval.”
I stared at him for a long moment, excitement starting to build in my body. “Where…where are we going?”
“Cabo.”
“Cabo, Kline?” I questioned on a shrill shriek that made me thankful we’d moved to the suburbs. In New York, at least five people would have either called the cops or put out a hit on me. “You’re taking me to freaking Cabo tomorrow morning?”
Oh Mylanta, my husband was one swoony fucking bastard!
He nodded. “Beach, sun, and lots of delicious sex. You in, Benny girl?”
I almost opened my mouth to shout “Hell yes!” but one very important thought popped into my mind. I couldn’t go through pet-panic again. “Before I answer that—first, tell me who is watching the boys?”
“Don’t worry, baby, I did not put Cassie and Thatch in charge of supervising Walter and Stan,” he answered, amusement shining in his voice. “I’ve hired a very qualified, fully vetted dog sitter to come stay at the house. Came highly recommended from Meryl.”