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And that’s not something I’m ready to think about.
“You summoned me?” Gemma appears between the trees and stops dead in her tracks. She looks fucking gorgeous, as usual. Her hair falls in curls around her shoulders and she’s wearing a simple dress with flowers on it. Her cowboy boots and jean jacket complete the look.
Shocked eyes are focused on the truck, taking everything in.
“Surprise.”
“Blake, this is…” Tears well in her eyes when she turns to face me. “This is incredible.”
I close the distance between us, spearing a hand through her hair. “I wanted to do something special for you.”
Her eyes keep straying to the truck. “It’s something alright.”
“Come check it out.” I kiss her cheek before pulling back. Hopping up into the bed of the truck, I reach a hand down to pull her up.
The setting sun in the distance illuminates her. She couldn’t look more perfect if she tried.
It has my heart stopping in my chest.
When I head back to LA, I don’t know what I’m going to do without her.
“I really don’t know what to say.” Gemma sits down on the blankets, resting against the side of the truck.
“How about some wine?” I hold out a glass for her and pop the cork out of the chilled bottle.
“I won’t say no to that.”
I pour us each a glass and then take a seat next to her, not leaving any distance between the two of us.
“To us.” She clinks her glass against mine and sips. My eyes stay trained on her neck as she swallows. Everything about this woman is pure grace.
“How’d you find out about this place?”
I hold out my hand for her, wanting the connection. She links her fingers with mine. “I asked Peter.”
Gemma screws her face up. “Should it weird me out he helped plan this?”
I laugh. “He said the same thing. It’s not like I could have found this place on my own.”
“You would’ve found something, cowboy. You’re blending in nicely.”
I pump my fist in victory. “Does that mean I’m an honorary Dixonite?”
“Ghost Pepper Dick already crowned you one.” Her eyes are playful.
“I think I might need a pepper badge to make it official.”
“That,”—she points her glass in my direction—“will absolutely make you a true Dixonite.”
“Does it count if I buy one myself?”
“I mean, you did buy yourself a cowboy hat.” Gemma’s smile is lively.
“And I look damn good in it.” My hands pull her legs over my lap, running down over her knees and to her beat-up boots. “Just like you look pretty good in these, cowgirl.”
Setting down her wine, Gemma straddles my waist. My hands immediately find her thighs, drifting over the exposed skin. I want to sink my teeth into all that soft skin. Hear the way she cries out at every nip and bite as I mark her skin. The way her dress rides up is almost indecent. The thought of what lies hidden below has me licking my lips.
“Thank you, Blake.” She leans closer, a sparkle in her eyes. “This might be the most perfect date anyone has ever planned for me.”
