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“I told you, it’s a surprise.”

“Fine.” I packed our bags, and we headed back to the truck. He drove on the freeway, and he pulled into LAX. Long-term parking.

“Grady, what’s going on?”

“The ball? Remember? You promised.”

“You’re taking me to Hawaii?” I couldn’t believe I’d forgotten that the ball was today.

“Yup. Let’s go.”

Ay dios mío! I squealed, and jumped into his arms. We kissed and his hands ran down my back, caressing my body. He placed me down, and we headed to the security lines. My heart sang, and I couldn’t resist humming. Yesterday had been one of the worst days of my life, the other being when my mom died, but twenty-four hours later I was happier than I’d ever been. My beast had returned to me.

Five hours later, and one too many mai tais, our plane touched down. My mouth was watering in anticipation of eating my weight in chocolate-covered macadamia nuts. But more than anything, I was eager to get Grady alone in the hotel.

We climbed into a taxi, but when we arrived at the hotel, Grady just took our bags and instructed me to wait.

A few minutes later, he returned. “Ala Moana, please.”

“The mall? We just got here. Can’t we relax?”

“No. The ball’s tonight and you need a dress and heels. I didn’t think we’d make it, but I already have my blues ready—they were sent to the room.”

“Tonight? It’s two o’clock? I need to get my hair and makeup done.”

“I know this. I’ve got it taken care of. Let me spoil you.”

We drove down to the mall. My head spun. I couldn’t believe he had offered to take me on a shopping spree. No man had ever done something this nice for me.

“Where to?” he asked.

I never spent money on clothes. I didn’t go anywhere, really, besides school. “You really don’t have to do this, Grady.”

He put his hand on my back. “Let’s go here.” He pointed at Bloomingdale’s.

We walked into the store and took the escalator to the second floor. An older sales clerk approached us, her eyes immediately focusing on Grady.

“Sergeant Grady Williams? It’s an honor. My son is a Marine. Thank you for your service, son.”

Whoa. We hadn’t been in public for more than a few minutes. Did this always happen to Grady?

“Thank you, ma’am. My girlfriend is trying to find a dress for the Marine Corps Ball. Very formal. Could you help her?”

“Of course, I’d be honored.” She turned her attention to me. “Do you have any particular style or color in mind?”

I shrugged. “No, I’m not sure what’s in style.”

“That’s fine, dear.” She surveyed my body, guessing correctly my size, and brought out a selection of dresses.

After the weight of last night’s attack still heavy on my mind, I wanted something simple and classy. My eyes immediately went toward a navy blue A-line dress with a lace bodice, sweetheart neckline, empire waist, and a layered chiffon skirt. I pulled the dress over my head, the soft fabric draping across my curves. I gasped when I saw myself in the mirror. The dress was stunning.

I walked out of the dressing room, and Grady did a double take when he saw me.

He walked over to me and kissed my cheek. “You look gorgeous.”

That was easy. I changed out of the dress, and he also bought me heels and a clutch. Then he dropped me off at a spa, where they did my nails, hair, and makeup.

I felt like a princess.