Page 65 of Some Sort of Love (Happy Crazy Love 3)
I groaned. “No.”
“Listen, stop worrying. She will love you when she meets you. Trust me.”
I wondered when that would be. “OK.”
“So let’s talk about your birthday. Can I pick you up a little early? Like around two?”
“Uh, sure. What’s the plan?”
“It’s a surprise.”
“Really?”
“Yes. Pack an overnight bag.”
My heart pumped faster again, for a good reason this time. “OK. What should I wear?”
“You always look gorgeous. Anything you want—but if it shows your legs or neck or shoulders, be warned I won’t be able to keep my hands off you.”
I smiled. “Got it. I can’t wait.”
• • •
On Friday morning, I treated myself to a massage and facial before heading home to shower and pack a bag for the night. I still had no idea where we were going or what we were doing, but I really didn’t care—I was happy that we’d finally have our night together. In the back of my mind was the fear that he’d get the call and have to go home, but there was no sense dwelling on that. Part of loving him was accepting that he was always a father first, and I could do that. It made having all his attention that much sweeter when I had it.
The day was sunny but cool, so I dressed in fitted jeans, boots, and a slouchy sweater that Skylar had gotten me for Christmas last year. It was soft and cream-colored, and its draped cowl neck fell off one shoulder, which I thought Levi would like. Underneath it I wore a camisole but no bra, something I could do that my full-chested sisters could not. It was a small perk and didn’t make up for being denied their luscious curves, but it was still a perk.
In case I needed something dressier tonight, I threw a dress that packed well and a pair of heels into my bag, along with a deliciously sexy bra and panty set in a deep maroon color. For tomorrow, I put in another top I could wear with jeans, plus extra socks and underwear.
Yes, I was a Girl Scout.
Finally, I tossed in my hairbrush and makeup bag, making sure to double-check that I had my birth control pills inside it. While I was waiting for Levi’s knock, I wondered if Tara had been on the pill. He’d never said exactly how the pregnancy had happened. Natalie had gotten pregnant accidentally because she’d messed up taking her pills, so I knew it was possible. Was it something I could ask casually about? I wasn’t sure. He seemed open on the subject of his past, but I didn’t want him to think I was obsessing over it. Because I wasn’t.
At five after two, I heard the knock and threw my bag over my shoulder.
When I opened the door, the sight of him left me momentarily breathless. God, I loved that feeling. It was one of the best parts about falling in love.
He wore jeans too, and a fitted dark blue button-down with a light brown jacket.
“Hey, happy birthday.” He kissed me and caught me in his arms, lifting me right off my feet. “Mmmm, you even smell like a cake.”
I smiled, burying my face in his neck. “Thanks.”
“Can I have a piece?”
“Now?” I laughed as he set me do
wn.
“I guess I could wait.” He sighed. “But it won’t be easy.” Picking up the bag I’d dropped at my feet, he took my hand and led me to the car. He opened the passenger door for me, then put the bag in the back. I took off my coat and tossed it into the back seat, and he did the same with his jacket before getting behind the wheel.
“I’m so curious,” I said. “What are we doing?”
He gave me a crooked smile and patted my knee. “It’s my sister who can’t keep secrets.”
“You won’t even give me a clue?” I asked as he buckled his seatbelt and started the car.
“Nope.” He backed out of the parking space and threw the car in drive. “But I will let you control the music.”
