“I was being questioned by police detectives. About Figueroa.”
“Oh.” That sounds ominous. “Are they going to arrest him?”
“Probably. That’s half the reason I wanted to get away from here. I’m sick of dealing with that shit. Natalie and her lies. Figueroa and his sleazy ways.” His upper lip curls with disgust. “I can’t stand him.”
“Forget about him.” I pluck the empty glass from his fingers and return it to the table before I turn my full attention on him. “Let’s focus on the weekend. I don’t even know where you’re taking me exactly.”
“Manchester, Vermont. I hear they go all out for the holidays.”
“Really?” Excitement bubbles up inside me, much like the bubbles in my champagne glass. “And there’s snow? Mountains? Pine trees?”
He nods. “I’ve never seen someone so enthusiastic for the mountains.”
“I’m a city girl. My family never goes to the mountains.”
“Not even to Vail?”
“You sound like such a snob right now,” I say with a soft laugh. “And no, we don’t go to Vail.”
“You’re missing out then.” He doesn’t even seem offended by me calling him a snob. Not like I really meant it.
“Can I ask you a question?”
Crew nods, turning in his seat so he’s facing me more fully.
“Did you do this for me? This trip to Vermont? Or for yourself?”
He reaches for me, his hand landing on my cheek, his fingers stroking my skin, leaving me breathless. “I did it for you.”
I blink at him, my eyes wanting to fill with tears, though I don’t know why.
“I did it for us,” he admits.
Just before he kisses me.