“Too much chocolate cake.”
They’d finished the cake in the middle of the night, she sitting on his lap, the two of them taking alternate mouthfuls from her fork.
“There is no such thing as too much chocolate cake.”
“Not for you, maybe, but women know these things.” She forced a smile, a teasing tone. “Chocolate cake equals chocolate calories.”
“It does, huh?”
She nodded. “And those are the worst kind. They go straight to your hips.”
Zach flashed a sexy grin.
“I’m all that’s allowed to go straight to your hips, Ms. Wilde, and don’t you forget it.”
The smile came more easily this time. “Don’t let me forget it, Mr. Castelianos.”
She relaxed against him. “What time is it?”
“Time to get up.”
“It’s Sunday. I always sleep in on Sunday.”
“Not today.” Zach gave her a quick kiss and rolled away.
“Don’t tell me. You’re into going out and getting the paper.”
“The hotel delivers it to the door.”
“Then, why are we getting up at —She rose on her elbows, checked the clock and flung herself back against the pillows. “At six a.m.! What’s going on?”
Zach was already pulling on his jeans.
“We have a plane to catch.”
That brought her upright. “A what?”
“A plane, honey. Long aluminum tube. Big wings. Flies you from point A to point B.”
“It’s six in the morning. Trust me, Castelianos. I am not to be trifled with at six on a Sunday morning.” Her gaze went to the windows. “At six on a gray, wet Sunday morning.”
“I have not yet trifled with you,” Zach said meaningfully. “If I had, we’d both know it. And the fact that it’s gray and wet is all the more reason for us not to miss our flight.”
He was serious. Jaimie sat up and stared at him.
“Are we going somewhere?”
“Yup.”
“Zacharias…”
He’d come to know that tone. And he loved it. He leaned down, took her mouth in a sweet early-morning kiss.
“It’s going to snow in a couple of hours. We miss our plane, we’ll probably get stuck at Dulles for the rest of the winter.”
“It isn’t winter yet,” she said reasonably.
“It will be soon. And when it is, we’ll be in the Bahamas.”