Then Dad says, “Don’t forget to use protection. I’m too young to be a grandfather.”
Fallon lets out a snort, and she quickly covers her mouth.
“Don’t worry, Dad,” I chuckle. “I have to go. Love you both.”
After a chorus of I love you’s from my parents, I hang up then shake my head. “Well, that just happened.”
“Grab the bags,” Fallon chuckles. “I want to get out of the suite and have you all to myself.” She walks to the door, then pauses. “We have everything, right?”
“Definitely. You checked a couple of times,” I assure her as I pick up the luggage.
“Your eyedrops?”
“Yep.”
“Your eye shields?”
“Yes.”
“Meds for migraines?”
“Fallon,” I stop in front of her and press a kiss to her lips, “Let’s go.”
“Okay.” She lets out a breath, and her eyes scan over the room before she walks out.
God, I love my girl.
We finally leave the suite and walking out of the building, we make our way to the helipad situated next to the security booth by the main gates.
Fallon lets out a happy shriek as she climbs into the helicopter. I load the bags first, then climb aboard. Sitting next to her, we put on our headphones, and then I take her hand and hold it on my thigh.
The pilot announces that we’re taking off and when we start to lift my stomach drops. Fallon’s smile grows as we get a one hundred and eighty view of the campus before we fly away.
I dare a quick glance out of my window, and seeing the mountains down below, I quickly jerk back.
God, I hate heights.
I turn my face to Fallon and watch as she takes in the view below. Bringing our hands up, I press a kiss to her knuckles.
Thirty minutes later, we descend at Rancho Valencia. Thank God we made it in one piece. Taking off the headsets, I get out first, then help Fallon out. Grabbing our luggage, we begin to walk toward the reception area. A concierge comes rushing toward us and takes the bags from me.
“Welcome to Rancho Valencia, Mr. Reed, Miss Reyes. This way, please.”
When he leads us away from the reception area, I ask, “Do you have our key card for the villa?”
“Yes, sir.”
Damn, I already love this place, and we’ve only been here five minutes.
“Has everything been arranged like I asked?” I check with him.
“Yes, sir. Once you’re ready, I’ll take you to the stalls.”
“The stalls?” Fallon asks.
“A surprise,” I murmur.
The concierge leads us to a beautiful villa, and opening the front door, he sets our bags down by the couch. “I’ll be back in thirty minutes, sir.”
“Thank you.”
I wait for him to leave, then turn to Fallon. “This place is really beautiful.” The white furniture makes the place look spacious and clean, accentuated by wooden beams stretching across the ceiling.
“Right.” Fallon grins at me, then says, “Let’s look around first.”
Taking her hand, I let her lead me through the villa before exploring the immediate outside terrain. Everything is luxurious, and there’s a peaceful atmosphere drifting in the air. Even though it’s winter, all the plants must be evergreen because we’re surrounded by nature and pristine grounds.
Walking back into the villa, I say, “You brought a pair of boots like I asked?”
“Yeah?”
“It’s time to put them on.”
“Why?” Fallon gives me a mischievous grin.
Shaking my head, I chuckle. “No prying. It’s a surprise.”
Once Fallon has changed out of her heels, we meet the concierge out front. He leads us to where two horses wait for us, and the moment Fallon sees them, she grabs my arm with both her hands and does a little excited dance.
“Oh my gosh, they’re magnificent,” Fallon gasps, and she immediately steps closer to them, giving them attention.
The concierge explains which trail we should follow to get to the picnic they have set up for us.
I wait for Fallon to climb on her horse before I get on mine, and once we’re both ready, we slowly gallop toward a path that disappears into a lining of trees.
Fallon has a beautiful smile on her face as she glances around, and then she lets out a happy sigh. “You’ve outdone yourself, Mr. Reed.”
“I’m glad you like it.” My only mission this weekend is to impress Fallon and to show her how much I love her. The past couple of days, we’ve been ripping each other's clothes off and just wanting to talk with Fallon, I ask, “How’s the school work coming along? Are you all caught up?”
“Yeah, but my accountancy mark dropped to seventy-five. I need to get it back to ninety.”
“Noah can help you,” I remind her.
“I just have to study hard for the exam next week. I should be fine after that.”
There’s a moment’s silence as our horses leisurely carry us through the greenery and trees, then I ask, “Are you still going to work at CRC during the summer break?”