He’d arranged every bit of it.
“Ford”—I shook my head—“I can’t believe you did this.”
“Robes are against the back wall,” the attendant said. I’d almost forgotten she was in here with us. “Your massage therapists will be in shortly.”
The moment she was gone, he pulled me closer, cupping my face. “This vacation has been all about Eve. Now, it’s your turn.”
“But it’s not supposed to be about me.” I held the back of his hand. “We’re celebrating her birthday, as we should be.”
“My real intention for this trip was for Everly to experience us together—to feel our connection, our interactions, the way we work so well together—and then, on the way home, I’ll tell her about us.”
“You know I love that idea.”
He kissed me, taking his time, breathing me in. “You’re the most selfless person I kno
