Total pages in book: 37
Estimated words: 37751 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 189(@200wpm)___ 151(@250wpm)___ 126(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 37751 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 189(@200wpm)___ 151(@250wpm)___ 126(@300wpm)
“Will do.” I grab a box of cookies before leading Dominic to the private pickup lane.
Charlie opens the door once we approach, and Dominic motions for me to slide onto the backseat first.
He pulls me against his chest, and I try to tell him how I feel, but he kisses me, and I can’t think of anything else.
“Sir? Miss?” Charlie clears his throat while we’re in the middle of a kiss, and Dominic slowly pulls away from me.
As I’m catching my breath, I realize that we’re at the airport, and Charlie looks as if he’s been holding the back door open for far longer than he’d like.
Dominic laughs and steps out first, handing him a hundred-dollar bill. Then he helps me step out.
“I’ll circle around a few times, Miss Grey,” Charlie says. “Call me whenever you’re ready to go back.”
In that case, never. “Noted, Charlie. Thank you.”
Dominic presses his palm against the small of my back as we walk into the terminal.
“How are you planning to tell your family that we broke up?” he asks.
“I’ll think of something.” I take off the ring. “Maybe I’ll make it easy and say that you cheated.”
“I would never cheat on you.” He slides the ring back onto my finger. “Ever.”
“I’ll just say that we grew apart then.”
“Or, you could finally tell them the truth.” He smiles, pressing a kiss against my lips.
“I’m never telling them that you were a rental.”
“That’s not what I mean.” He laughs. “I cancelled my flight home this morning.”
“Wait, what? Why are we here then?”
“I was hoping we could go somewhere else for the weekend.” He pulls an envelope from his breast pocket, and I squint at the small font.
Paris?
“That’s still on your Pinterest board of places to stay for a full week, right?”
I nod, stunned that he knows that.
“Then we don’t need to say goodbye,” he says. “Not for a long time.”
“What are you saying, Dominic?”
“That I don’t want to leave, and I would like to date you exclusively,” he says. “I would also prefer it if we didn’t call off the engagement. At least, not unless things don’t work out for the long-term.”
“Anything else?”
“Yes,” he says. “When we fly back here, I think we should extend my reservation.”
“For how long?”
“As long as you want.”
“That might be awhile.”
“Good.” He kisses me. “I would hope so.”
The End
EPILOGUE
ONE YEAR LATER
GEORGIA
Next Christmas
Park City, Utah
“Do you think they’ll like me?” I smooth my dress as I stand outside Dominic’s parents’ home. “Be honest.”
“Yes.” He rings the doorbell. “You’re acting like they haven’t met you before.”
“They met me as your intern, not as your girlfriend.”
“Fiancée.” He corrects. “But again, they know exactly who you are, Georgia.”
I nod, keeping my gaze straight ahead.
The door swings open and his mother stands before us. Then she glances at my hand and calls over her shoulder.
“You owe me one hundred dollars!” She yells. “He brought Georgia home!”
Pulling me into her arms, she gives me a long hug and then gives one to Dominic before motioning for us to follow her inside.
“Aren’t you going to get our suitcases and stuff from your car?” I whisper.
“We’re not staying here after dinner,” he says softly. “We’re flying back to Colorado.”
I look up at him, confused.
“You’d wake everyone up if we stayed here.” He cups my face in his hands. “And you still owe me two dates from last year at the resort.”
“I thought you were kidding about that.”
“I wasn’t at all…”
THE END, again