“You’re really not going to tell me where we’re going?”
“Nope,” Lachlan pops the P, squeezing my hand. We’ve been walking for about ten minutes. The chill of the air seeps into my clothing, and a shiver rolls through my body. “I will tell you that this date has two parts.”
“You know I hate surprises, right?” I groaned, glancing up at him and batting my eyelashes.
“I am aware, BUT,” he pecked the tip of my chilled nose, “I enjoy surprising you. Can I promise that you don’t need to be worried?”
“I’m never worried when it comes to you,” I narrowed my eyes, “Should I be?”
He stops us, angling his body towards me, and walking me backwards until my back hits the brick, “The only time, and I mean only time you need to worry when it comes to me,” the heat of his breath dusts my face, “Is wh
