The Ruthless Caleb Wilde

Finally, he fell silent.

And realized he was holding his breath, until she raised her face to his and kissed him.

“Sir Knight,” she said softly, and when he shook his head, she kissed him again. “You’re the best person I’ve ever known,” she whispered, and his heart swelled with joy.

After a minute, she said, “Does your family—do they know about us?”

“No. Not yet. I’ll tell them. Soon. But you got me thinking today. We need some time alone.”

“Yes. Thank you for that.”

“The thing is, I love my brothers and I’m crazy about my sisters—but they can be a little overwhelming.”

“The Wilde Bunch?”

He laughed. “Actually, that’s what my brothers and I called ourselves, growing up.”

“So, when will you—”

“Soon,” he said, and kissed her, and the world went away.

Morning brought a steady summer rain.

And a problem.

“We have to go back to my apartment,” Sage announced as they were finishing breakfast.

“Because?”

“Because you should have told me I’d need more than one dress and a pair of jeans!”

Caleb smirked.

“What?”

“I have plans for today,” he said.

“Whatever they

are, first I have to get some more—Caleb Wilde, what’s with that look?”

Caleb pushed back his chair.

“Up,” he said.

Sage tilted her head. “Are we back to one-word commands?”

He leaned down, kissed her and smacked his lips.

“I’m starting to like the taste of herbal tea.”

“Nice try, but I still want to know what’s going on.”

“Get dressed. And you’ll see.”

She put on the jeans and T-shirt she’d brought. He wore jeans, too, with a white cotton sweater. They went down to the lobby, the doorman whistled up a cab and held a big black umbrella over their heads as he hurried them to it.

Several minutes later, their cab pulled up in front of Saks Fifth Avenue.