“Don’t look at me like that, querida.” He gave a low, rueful laugh. “If you do, I’ll cancel our plans tonight, and spend the next twelve hours with you in bed.”
“Would that be so horrible?”
“No...and yes.” He gave her a wicked grin. “Because I have something very special planned for you.”
“Are we exchanging our Christmas gifts tonight?”
“Maybe,” he said huskily. “Except my gift to you can’t be wrapped. Something I know—” his eyes met hers “—is your heart’s desire.”
Joy pounded through her, making her dizzy. He was going to tell her he loved her. Tonight. She blurted, “I have something for you, too.”
Turning, she raced back to the master bedroom, where the stylists were packing up clothes and beauty supplies. Finding her bag from the jewelry store, she pulled out the gold wedding band she’d bought as his Christmas gift. She glanced at its inscription: I love you now and always.
But where could she hide it until the right moment? Biting her lip, she looked around desperately. “Is there a handbag to match my dress?”
“There’s always a bag,” the stylist said lazily. He narrowed his eyes, then gave a satisfied nod and handed her an adorable pink minaudière laced with pink crystals. Hastily, she tucked her phone, ID, a lipstick and a bit of cash inside. She felt bright with happiness. “Wait,” the stylist said, wrapping a pink stole around her shoulders. “Take this. It’s cold out.”
When she returned to the great room, Rodrigo came closer, dark-haired and devastating in his sleek tuxedo. Lifting her hand to his lips, he kissed it, causing her to shiver as ripples of electricity and heat whipped through her body.
“Tonight, I want to fulfill all your dreams,” he said seriously, wrapping her hand over his arm.
Lola’s heart was pounding as he led her outside, where she saw his red two-seater Ferrari waiting. She tried to tell herself to calm down but couldn’t. She felt like she was in a dream as he helped her into the passenger seat.
After starting the engine, Rodrigo drove past the beach house’s gate and onto the coastal highway, heading east, into the sprawl of Los Angeles.
When they reached the outskirts of Beverly Hills, traveling a winding road past all the hidden mansions with their gates and fortress-like hedges, a sudden suspicion began to grow inside her.
“Where are we going?” she asked.
Rodrigo shook his head, a smile quirking his sensual lips. Then he turned into a driveway blocked by an elaborate wrought iron gate. Words were worked into the top of the tall gate: La Casa del Corazón.
“What are we doing here?” She turned to her husband, eyes wide. “Is there a party?”
“You might say that.” Reaching out of his window, Rodrigo punched in a code on the security keypad, causing the electronic gate to smoothly slide open. The car continued up the sweeping driveway. To her surprise, Lola saw cars parked along the short private road, all the way to the massive circular driveway around a Spanish-style stone fountain. Parking directly in front of the lavish mansion, he turned off the engine.
He turned to face her, his dark eyes shining.
“The house of your dreams.” Taking her hand, he put a key into her palm. “It’s yours.”
She blinked. “What?”
“It wasn’t on the market.” He gave her a quietly proud smile. “But you told me you wanted it, so I made the owners an offer they couldn’t refuse.”
Lola looked up at the stunning 1920s-era Spanish Mediterranean mansion. Built by silent film stars a hundred years before, this home was a rare beauty, an architectural landmark. Tears lifted to her eyes.
It wasn’t that he’d bought her a mansion. They already had one of those, a nice one on the beach.
It was that Rodrigo had listened. When she’d told him her youthful dreams, he hadn’t mocked them. He hadn’t forgotten. He’d tried to make them come true.
“But why are we dressed up like this?” she said, blinking fast. “And why are there so many cars? I don’t understand.”
His smile widened. “There’s more.”
“More?”
Searching his gaze, she caught her breath. He’d brought her family and friends here, she thought suddenly. Since they hadn’t been at the wedding. He was going to tell her he loved her tonight, in front of everyone she cared about, in front of Hallie and Tess and their families. In front of her sisters. The certainty, the overwhelming romance of the moment filled her.
And suddenly, she couldn’t wait. Fear disappeared, along with pride.