Anna couldn't see a thing. It was pitch black even with her eyes open.
She tried to focus on placing one foot carefully before the other, not on the warm, steady hands guiding her or the heat at her back.
Jason had led her to the living room after cooking—turned on the television, handed her a bowl of snacks, a glass of juice, pressed a kiss to her hair and ordered her not to move.
Not that she would. Who would ruin her own surprise?
A few minutes later, he was back. Except he had a shirt on—bummer—and a blindfold.
A soft smile curved her lips as she remembered their playful argument before she’d agreed to the blindfold.
Turned out Jason Knight could be sweet when he wanted to be.
“Careful,” he murmured from behind her. “There are stairs.”
“If you make me trip, I'm suing yo
