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When I step out of the castle and see a limousine waiting in front of the steps, my eyes dart to Misha.

He waves a hand for me to walk, then opens the back door for me.

I climb into the luxurious vehicle, and while I adjust my dress, I glance at the drive. Tilting my head, I say, “Seriously? Alek and Armani are coming with?”

Misha gets in next to me, then says, “It’s for our safety.”

“I thought it would be just us,” I complain, not happy to share my date with them.

“They’re just driving us to the restaurant,” Misha explains, then he presses a button that has a black screen going up between us and the front seats. “Pretend they’re not there.”

Feeling better that they won’t be joining us for dinner, I relax against the seat and focus my attention on Misha.

His eyes caress my face, and soon an intimate bubble forms around us.

“I like this,” I admit.

“Do you still feel it?” Misha asks.

“What?”

“The explosive spark between us.”

My lips curve up. “Every single day.”

He leans closer to me, and placing a finger beneath my chin, he presses a tender kiss to my lips.

The vehicle eventually comes to a stop, and Misha grins at me. “Are you ready to be wined and dined?”

Chuckling, I nod and let him help me out of the back seat. I glance at the front of the limousine, but it’s already vacated, and there’s no sign of Armani and Alek.

“They’re checking our surroundings. I don’t want to take any risks with you out in the open,” Misha explains.

Awww. Swoon.

He places a hand on my lower back, and as we walk toward the entrance of the restaurant, he keeps glancing around.

Always on guard. My protective caveman.

We’re seated at a beautiful candle-lit table in the back corner, where it’s more private.

Instead of sitting across from me, Misha takes the chair to my left.

A server pours us each a glass of champagne, then he says, “Would you like to wait a couple of minutes, or should I bring the starters?”

“Give me five minutes,” Misha replies.

When the server leaves, I lean into Misha and press a kiss to his lips. “This place is gorgeous.”

“Not half as gorgeous as you,” he murmurs as he takes hold of my hand. “There’s something very important I need to tell you.”

A serious expression tightens his features, and it instantly has nerves spinning in my stomach. “Something bad?”

He shakes his head. Clearing his throat, his eyes lock with mine. “You’re like a shooting star, Aurora. Two years ago, you brightened my life for one night, and ever since, I kept looking up, hoping for another glimpse of you.”

Oh. Jesus.

Realizing what this is, tears jump to my eyes.


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