Page 166 of Titus

“Meh,” she answered. “Jess and I haven’t really thought of anything to do.”

“I planned on stealing your sister away,” I started, “and well, my yacht and staff are yours if you and your friend would like to visit a spa, lounge by a pool, or whatever else you’d like. It’s all there on the boat, trust me.”

Silence.

My mouth twisted as I wondered if she’d left and gone to the bathroom while I offered her and her friend a fun weekend.

I turned to see if I was left alone with the burners on in the kitchen and found Amelia’s mouth dropped open in shock, her hand cradling the bump in her stomach.

“Dear God, is everything okay?” I said, walking toward her, believing she was in pain, as she had been the first time I’d met her.

“I’m fine. I’m fine.” She half-laughed, stepping back. “You’re inviting us to play on your floating resort?”

“Why not?” I smiled. “The people who usually play on it aren’t even my friends. I’d much rather share it with the people who matter most to the woman I love.”

“Titus,” she said, “you realize you can’t break up with my sister after this. Ever, right?” I grinned. “I don’t plan to. Now, she, on the other hand…” I said as Amelia pulled the slices of French toast off the griddle. “I just hope she doesn’t dump my ass for one reason or another.”

“You’re proving to be a good man to her, big guy,” she said. “Your showing up randomly last night helped smooth over a wound I don’t think you even knew was trying to reopen.”

“I just missed her.” I looked around the kitchen. “This. Everything about this simple way of living. It’s refreshing.”

“Well,” she laughed, “I fully intend to take you up on your yacht invitation and discover just how refreshing a very not-so-simple way of living can be.”

“Helicopter service as well, correct?” I grinned.

“Oh, of course,” she closed her eyes and nodded. “I want the driver, the pilots, and everyone else on standby.”

“That will be arranged,” I said, feeling thrilled to know someone was stepping onto that boat and viewing it as an exciting adventure rather than just a business transaction or something to compare to their own.

In other words… treating it as if it were something to enjoy.

“Then I wish you and Jessica a very enjoyable time. The staff will be on hand, cooking and offering anything you need while you’re aboard.”

“You’re a great guy, Titus Hawk. I don’t care what they say about you.”

I laughed while she turned to grab plates, and together we worked to create the perfect breakfast presentation so I could surprise Cat before whisking her away on a getaway up the coast.

The day was off to a good start, and after this morning, I was beginning to think it would be me begging to move in with Cat one day—not the other way around.

CHAPTER FORTY-SEVEN

The engine of Titus’s vintage Jaguar purred beneath us as we followed the Pacific Coast Highway north. It was the perfect day to drive up the coast in a convertible for a weekend getaway.

Who was I kidding? Everything felt perfect since I fell asleep last night in Titus’s arms and woke up to the smell of him entering the room with a tray of my favorite breakfast, cooked by him and my sister.

I felt like I’d fallen asleep in the middle of P.S. I Love You, and my subconscious had decided to soothe every fear I had about this relationship by dreaming up a scenario where Titus showed up—not for a booty call, but simply so I could fall asleep in his arms.

Yeah. That was the type of romantic thing that happened in movies like the ones Amelia and Jessica loved to watch every Friday night.

I mean, the man had woken up early to surprise me with breakfast and cook with my sister in the kitchen. That was the stuff romance movies were made of.

And sending the girls off for a luxury weekend on his yacht with his staff catering to their every need? Amelia’s exact words had been: “These are the perks of dating an ultra-billionaire who’s head-over-heels in love with you.”

Maybe I had been wrong. People were wrong all the time. Some lived with regrets because of it, but as we drove up the coast with the Pacific sparkling beside us, I realized I’d rather be wrong than spend my life wondering what could have been.

A smile tugged at my lips as I thought about how excited the girls had been just to be flown out to the yacht. They had absolutely no idea what kind of weekend awaited them.

“They’re going to have the time of their lives,” I said.