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There was something so incredibly sexy at the thought of Declan surprising me, about giving me such little information that my imagination wandered. That he actually put something together he thought I would like.

Once I woke up Saturday morning, every time my brain fast-forwarded to seven o’clock, I would get anxious. Excited. I could barely sit all day. And when the time finally came, I hurried downstairs to the lobby of my building and found him double-parked along the curb.

Since he wasn’t able to park, he reached across the front seat and opened my door as I arrived.

I barely needed to pull the handle before I climbed in. “Hi.”

His eyes dipped down my dress before they came back up to settle on my face. “Gorgeous.” He watched me position the seat belt across my chest and click it into the holder. “Really fucking gorgeous.”

A heat moved across my cheeks, and I brushed the hair out of my eyes to keep my hands busy. “Thank you.”

He didn’t move. Neither did the car. He stayed facing