—Mabel—
A slow heat crept over my skin.
I turned my gaze to the window as our convoy slowed in the popular Wharf Marina.
Wait. Could it be what I was thinking?
After we pulled up, the security detail stepped out first and scanned the elegance of the dock, before opening our doors.
Alec stepped out first and helped me out.
I scanned the panorama and brought back my gaze on him. “What do you have up your sleeve?”
He smirked. “If I tell you now, will it still be a secret?”
“We're in a wharf. You're here to show me a yacht, isn't it?”
He gasped. “Brilliant. Yes, I want to show you 'our' yacht,” he said.
Our yacht.
He was referring to his property as ours. Although it wasn't on paper, it warmed my heart.
He offered his arm. “Shall we?”
I accepted his invite and kissed his cheek. “
