Page 102 of The Parkers' Handsome Holiday
I glanced at him. “You made dinner plans?”
He nodded. “To celebrate.”
I chuckled. “But you didn’t know if you’d win.”
“I had a hunch. Besides, why can’t a guy take his girl for a nice dinner just because?”
I leaned in and planted a kiss on his lips. “Not just a guy. The mayor of Pittsburgh.”
Cal threw his head back. “I like how that sounds coming out of your mouth.”
I rested my hand on his knee and squeezed. “I’ll have to use it again later tonight.”
He pressed his lips to the side of my neck and then nipped at my ear. “You most certainly will.”
I giggled, and we spent the rest of the drive flirting like teenagers—the teenagers I remembered us being. My memory had come back completely over the last few months, and Dr. Brennan had given me a clean bill of health. My memories were mine again.
And the new ones I’d made were just icing on the cake.
The car pulled over at a swanky downtown restaurant that was located on the top floor of a high-rise luxury apartment. Cal got out first and held out his hand for me. He guided me out onto the sidewalk, and we walked into the lobby and got on the elevator. He didn’t push the button for the restaurant. He pushed the button for the roof.
I frowned. “What’s on the roof?”
He smiled devilishly. “You’ll see.”
I narrowed my eyes at him. “You’re up to something, Mr. Mayor.”
He chuckled and rolled his shoulders. “Stop that. You’re turning me on.”
“Good,” I purred, stepping out in front of him and running my index finger down his chest to his navel. I tugged at his belt. “I’ve been thinking about you all damn day.”
“You’ll have to wait a little longer,” he said before giving me a sweet kiss.
I whimpered and pouted. “But I don’t want to wait.”
“Trust me,” he said. “It will be worth it.”
“Fine,” I said, falling back beside him as the elevator doors slid open.
We stepped out into a small solarium with another door that led out onto the open roof. We walked out, and I drew to a stop when I saw the elegantly set single table right in the middle of the roof. All around it, poles were draped with twinkle lights.
“Cal,” I breathed. “This is spectacular.”
“It’s to thank you for all your help with the election,” he said, putting his hand in the small of my back and guiding me toward the table. “And to celebrate our win.”
“You didn’t need to go all out like this.”
“Perks of being a mayor,” he said.
I giggled. “So cheeky.”
As we approached, I realized the table had four place settings. Each spot had a silver tray with a gourmet lid placed over it. A bottle of wine sat on the edge of the table, and there was also a small jug of chocolate milk resting in a champagne bucket of ice.
I grinned. “Where’s Ash?”
“Funny you should ask,” Cal said.
Then, Asher emerged from a door that must have fed out of the restaurant kitchen. He was with Nick, who appeared behind him. They came over and hugged both of us, and Nick congratulated his son on winning the election.
