Nicholas stepped out of his car, the crisp night air greeting him as he closed the door gently. The date with Kimberly had been unexpectedly...delightful, save the slap he had almost received from her.
The shock and horror on her face when he kissed her still looped in his mind as he walked up the stone path to his family's sprawling estate. And if it weren't for his prompt indication of the paparazzi stealing shots of them, he'd swear he would have lost a tooth or two.
Kimberly was not his everyday kind of girl. As a matter of fact she was unusual, and he was slowly coming to deduce she didn't like happenstance. The kiss has told him that, as well as his proposal of marriage.
He stopped just below the small steep of stairs that led up to the porch, and he pored his gaze across the house. The house loomed in front of him, grand and silent, its windows dark save for a single light in the living room.
