Seventy six

**MORGAN'S POV**

When Eve appeared from the bedroom, I picked up the bouquet of flowers I had bought and presented them to her. I had been quite straightforward with my selection—red roses.

"For you," I said, holding the bouquet out to her. She met my gaze before looking down at the flowers.

"You didn't—"

"Yes, I did," I interrupted her, knowing what she was going to say.

"I wanted to. A man can get his beautiful wife flowers whenever he feels like, right?"

A shy smile graced her lips as she took the flowers. "Thank you." She held them to her nose.

"They are beautiful. And they smell great."

I tucked a stray strand of hair behind her ear. "Like you."

She chuckled. "You're such a sweet talker."

"It's all true," I said. Reaching into the gift bag, I produced the box of chocolates.

"I hope you'll like these too."

Her eyes widened in delight at the sight of the box. "Oh, thank you!"

I noted somewhere in my brain that she was a fan of dark chocolate. Finally, I produced the wine.

"Let'