Page 227 of Indulge
That’s our girl. Fierce, unpredictable, and completely ours.
“Relax, baby,” I say, guiding her one more step forward. “We’re here. But before I take the blindfold off, promise not to cry.”
She gasps. “You got me a puppy?”
Rowan mutters under his breath, “Should’ve gone with the puppy.”
“Shut it,” I warn him, untying the blindfold.
The silk slips free, and her lashes flutter as her eyes adjust to the lights. Then she gasps.
“Holy shit,” she whispers.
The jet gleams on the tarmac, sleek and perfect, our initials painted near the nose in a bright pink, R, B, R.
“For you,” I say quietly.
Her eyes fill with tears, her mouth parting in disbelief. “You two are insane. You brought me a jet?”
“Correction,” Rowan says, sliding his arm around her waist. “We’re insane about you.”
She groans. “That was disgustingly cheesy.”
“Yeah,” I grin. “But it worked.”
“Where are we going?”
“Paris.”
Her lips part in shock. “ActualParis not Vegas Paris?”
“Actual Eiffel Tower, croissants, and too much wine Paris,” Rowan adds.
The sound that comes out of her is half squeal, half laugh, and it might just be the best music I’ve ever heard. She throws her arms around us both.
“You’re both impossible.”
“And irresistible,” Rowan says with a wink.
“Don’t push it, rockstar.”
She kisses us both on the cheek, letting us guide her up the jet steps.
By the time we’re in the air, she’s curled between us on the cream leather seats, champagne in hand, smiling at the stars.
For the first time in weeks, there’s no war, no threat, no blood. Just her laughter echoing in the cabin and the quiet hum of peace.
Walking into our suite in Paris feels like a dream.
“This place is so fucking cool,” Bella whispers, forehead pressed to the glass, eyes wide as she stares at the Eiffel Tower glowing against the skyline.
“Only the best for you,” Rowan murmurs, pulling her close and kissing the soft spot beneath her ear.
“We’ve got so much sightseeing to do.”
I clear my throat, stepping up behind them. “We do. But that’s for tomorrow. Tonight, we’ve got one more surprise.”
Rowan smirks and lets her go, motioning me forward. I take her hand, her fingers cold but soft against mine, and lead her through the suite.
