Page 47 of His Wisconsin Wallflower
She blinked. “Dress? Where are we going?”
But he only smirked and swung his legs over the edge of the bed.
They dressed quickly, trading sleepy smiles and half-finished thoughts as they moved around each other. Neither bothered with breakfast—just shoes, coats, keys—and then they were out the door, climbing into the car with quiet anticipation.
They picked up Nana first, Quinten helping her into the back seat Nana was chatty, excited, clearly in on something.
Raisa tried to play it cool.
Failed.
By the time they were back on the road, she was fidgeting with the hem of her skirt, “So... this outing,” she said casually. “Where are we going?”
Quinten kept his eyes on the road. “You’ll see.”
“Is it far?”
“Nope.”
“Should I have packed snacks? Water? Emergency flare?”
From the back seat, Nana chuckled.
Quinten just smiled, maddeningly smug.
She narrowed her eyes and crossed her arms. “You are insufferable.”
“And you’re impatient.”
“Because I don’t like being surprised!”
He said nothing, and her suspicions grew.
And then the car turned.
She blinked as the familiar outline of the school appeared ahead. “Why are we?—”
“Just wait,” he said, his eyes on the road.
He pulled into the nearly empty parking lot and turned off the engine. A breeze ruffled the trees outside.
She frowned. “Just wait?” she asked, arching her eyebrow.
He only smirked.
Quinten stepped out, came around, and opened the back door. “Come on, Nana.”
Nana slid her legs out of the car like a queen dismounting from a carriage. Quinten offered her an arm, and Raisa could’ve sworn the old woman winked at him. Wait—had they planned this together?
Then he turned to her and offered his other arm, that suspicious smirk still playing on his lips. “You, too.”
She narrowed her eyes. “The school is closed, you know?”
He leaned in, brushed a kiss over her nose, and said absolutely nothing.
Infuriating man.
She took his arm anyway, glaring at the pavement as they walked. She had no idea what he was dragging her into. If not for Nana, she would make him trip right now. But not today. Notwhen they were all dressed for a funeral and her heels already made her feet hurt.
