NATAYA and the other ladies booked the entire resort. If it were any other occasion, I would have tucked my giddiness away, locked it into a bag labeled 'childish' and pushed it out of sight.
I'm an adult after all.
Adulting means being ladylike at all times. Walking quietly. Short steps. Long skirts. Voices that never rise too loudly and… oh my gosh, is that Dean Reece?
My eyes widen. My hands flail.
Trembling fingers crush my husband's as I squeeze and squeal. "Jerrison, are you seeing what I'm seeing?"
"No one told me Dean Reece would be here." My husband is wearing a thick parka, khakis and the darkest scowl I've ever seen. Snow is falling outside and it's about to get even colder in here.
"Hey." Dean smiles at me, looking dazzling with his thick black hair and arms rocking gorgeous tattoos.
My brain goes blank.
How do I say 'hi' again? My mouth opens.
Snaps shut.
I've seen him on TV.
