Chapter Twenty-Five
The car passes the Den and I tense in the passenger seat.
“You okay?” he murmurs. Of course he sees the anxiety building even though I’ve tried to hide it. He told me we were coming to the west side. I knew it would raise some memories.
“Sure,” I lie.
He mutters a quiet curse. “It’s too soon. We can come back another time.”
“No.” I’m insistent. “I want to see my surprise.”
His hand runs over his face and through his hair in that way he has when he’s frustrated at himself. It makes him look rumpled and sexy. “I should have gotten you flowers as a surprise. Balloons. Chocolate. Do you like chocolate?”
“We’ll get chocolate later.”
We only have a few weeks until I start medical school this fall, so we’re making the most of it—riding horses around the ranch, leaving
