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She walks out in a two-piece outfit. A long white beachy skirt with a waistband that sits just high enough on her hips to show the smallest tease of skin. The skirt has a slit up the side that starts mid-thigh, revealing her long legs and the strappy sandals she chose for the night. Her hair is pinned up to reveal her bare shoulders, and the top shows almost her entire backside.

Fuck.

I swallow, never taking my eyes off her.

She’s stunning.

“Is it too much?” she asks when she sees me staring.

I shake my head. “It’s perfect, Sunny. You look amazing.”

“Yeah?” She grins. “Good. Thank you. You look nice, too. Is that a new shirt?”

I glance down. “Yeah. How did you know? Are you stalking me?”

“As your fiancée, it’s my job to know these things.”

“If you say so.”

She smooths her hands over my shoulders.

“Are we ready to wow these board members or what?”

I nod and guide her to the door.

“If anyone is going to wow them tonight, it’s going to be you.”

“Ooooh, someone is buttering me up.”

“Someone just wants you to know how valuable you are and how gorgeous you are; let’s not forget that.”

Grace beams, looping her arm with mine.

“Who would have thought the two of us would be in another country, sharing a room right now?” she says in a low voice.

“Who would have thought the two of us would have done a lot of the things we’ve done?” is my reply.

She lets out a giggle. “Very true.”

We round the corner to the restaurant where we are meeting tonight to find the entire group already there. They all have drinks, and there are what appear to be appetizers on the table already, half eaten.

“Are we late?” Grace asks me quietly.

“It appears so.”

“Finally!” Bash says. “We have been waiting for you. Grace,” he says and introduces her to his wife.

Grace and Camry shake hands, and then I pull out my fiancée’s chair as we sit.

“Are we late?” I ask

Bash rolls his eyes at the same time Marcus answers, “Yes.”

“I was told dinner was at seven.”

“And drinks and appetizers started at six.” His voice is laced with pure annoyance.

“So sorry,” Grace says quickly and scoots her chair closer. Her hand falls to my thigh as she starts to rub it up and down. There is no questioning her hand placement with anyone at this table. “We got carried away.”