Finally, I shut off the engine, grabbed my purse from the passenger seat, and headed for the door.
Honestly, two years ago, I never would’ve guessed that I’d find myself married, moved out of the vibrant city that is New York, and happily living in the suburbs, but here I was.
Married.
Happy.
And, as of a little over a week ago, officially moved out of the city and into the quiet suburbs.
No doubt, it was the one thing my best friend, Cassie—a self-proclaimed “I’m never fucking leaving the city” New Yorker—would probably never let me live down. But fingers crossed, one day soon, she would find the kind of man who made her eat those I-will-never-live-in-suburbia words.
As for me, my focus mostly revolved around getting inside, taking off this godforsaken bra, and releasing my poor feet from these freaking heels. I swear, besides sex with my husband, there wasn’t any better feeling than taking off my bra and heels after a long day.
I tapped the garage door closed on the switch next to the entrance to the house and stepped inside. I hooked my purse on one of the fixtures by the door and headed down the hall, but I came to a halting stop when I reached the threshold of the kitchen and looked down toward my feet. Instantly, confusion urged a furrow in my brow as I stared down at the hardwood floor, a trail of red and pink that led from the kitchen and into the main hallway that led to the upstairs all I could see.
Rose petals.
So manyrose petals.
A giant smile consumed my face as I set my keys and phone down on the counter right next to the heart-shaped card propped up on a bowl of fruit and waiting for me.
On the front, it readBe My Valentine Forever and Always, Benny?
I flipped it over, and on the back, a handwritten message in my husband’s familiar scrawl stared back at me.
My Georgie,
Happy (veryearly) Valentine’s Day, gorgeous.
If there is one thing I’m certain of, it’s beautiful, amazing you and the fact that I want to spend the rest of my life laying the world at your adorable feet.
“I vow to spend the rest of our lives laughing, smiling, going on crazy adventures, and most importantly, loving each other through the good times and the bad…”
When I said those words to you, while standing at the altar and professing my love and eternal commitment to you in front of God and our family and friends, I meant them.
And that’s exactly why, even though you think Valentine’s Day holds some kind of curse over your pretty little head, I’m determined to find a way around it and spoil the hell out of you.
Pack your bags, Georgie.
Big-dicked Brooks has a special,sexy,romantic adventure planned just for you. And he’s even agreed to let the rest of my body come too.
My heart is yours.
Always,
Kline
Happy early Valentine’s Day?
Pack your bags?
A romantic adventure?
So many questions filled my head.
Completely puzzled, I had to place a hand over my mouth in an effort to stifle the shocked giggle that came out of my throat and the giddy emotions that rolled around in my belly.
What was happening?