“You look exquisite.”
I whipped around to see Gideon standing at the top of the stairs, grinning while he closed the last button of his midnight blue dinner jacket. He was wearing a sharp three-piece dinner suit, one with silk lapels and a crisp white shite that complimented his tennis tan.
And made my mouth flood.
“Thank you,” I returned with a little spin for his benefit, looking down at myself. Turns out that a girl does get used to wearing expensive gowns. This one felt like a second skin. It was a deep forest green that paired very well with the pearly white opera gloves that encased my arms.
Which beautifully matched, not only Gideon’s shirt, but the mock-orange blossoms looped about my bare throat.
“You seem to be missing something, however. “Gideon pressed a lingering kis
