But per my father’s orders, here I was lying to her.
“You expect me to believe the pensive expression on your face was you thinking about Paris? I’m not buying it.” She examined me with a keen eye.
“I’m worried about you.” It was the truth, though I was deflecting again. “You need a vacation. Time away from your business. You need me to take care of you.” I reached for her hand. “Let me pamper you?”
“You do a phenomenal job pampering me right here.”
I kissed her hand.
“Tomorrow I’ll come home refreshed from spending the day at the spa with your mom, Simone, and Lily.”
I kissed her wrist.
She sighed, closing her eyes. “And I expect dinner to be ready when I get home.” Her eyes flashed open, a mischievous glint.
“You got it, baby. But don’t veer off the topic of Paris using your adorable charm on me. I want us to go in May for two weeks, and I’m prepared to do everything possible to convince you to sayyes.”
She leaned forward in her chair. Her expression turned serious. “I’ll talk to Lily and Tate, but I’m not making any promises. May is a busy month.”
“Every month is a busy month it seems. You can’t work twenty-four seven. You need a break, time to recharge.”
She tossed her head back laughing. “Recharge? The way you wear me out, I’ll be paralyzed in bed the whole time we’re in Paris.”
“Is that a complaint?”
“No.” She cradled my face in her hands. “I love you, Will. And I want to go to Paris with you. Let me talk with my team, and I’ll figure it out one way or another.” We kissed for a while, and I knew she’d make it happen.
When Miranda had her mind set on something, she’d do everything possible to achieve her goals.