“Really?” He replies dryly. “I would never have guessed.”
I take it from him and tear open the envelope. My eyes widen. Two tickets to… “Spain?” I gasp as my eyes rise to meet his. “What?”
“Happy birthday, baby.”
My mouth falls open in shock as my eyes skim the rest of the booking confirmation. “We’re going to Spain?”
“Uh-huh, for two weeks.” He gives me a sexy smile. “Next month. I know it isn’t your birthday for a few months, but I can only take leave then.”
“Nathan.” I smile. “Where in Spain?” My eyes speed read the document. “Oh my God, Majorca?” I gasp.
“Pronounced Ma Yorker.”
I hold the paper to my chest. “Last year you took me to Italy… now Majorca? You spoil me rotten.”
“We can only go if you agree to move into a bigger apartment.” His eyes dance with mischief, expecting me to explode.
“You would actually stoop so low to get your own way that you would bribe me with a trip?”
He takes a sip of his scotch. “Undoubtedly.”
“Fine, get the damn apartment.” I jiggle in my seat in excitement. “We’re going to Majorca.” My eyes widen. “Oh, but what if I get this job?”
“You tell them before you start that you have a pre-planned vacation that can’t be refunded.”
I smile broadly as I take his hand over the table. “I have to get it first.”
He squeezes my hand in his. “You will.”
Half an hour later, we are trolling the aisles of Nathan’s favorite bookstore. “It should be here…” He searches the shelves.
“Are you sure it’s out yet?”
“Yes, it should be, it released three days ago.”
I smile as I watch him search the shelves, Nathan is an avid reader, and his favorite author’s new book has just come out. God help us all if they don’t have it in stock yet.
“Just ask the shop assistant,” I say.
His brow furrows. “If they did their job correctly, it would be here with his other books.”
“Just ask. I’m not waiting here all night for you to try and find it.”
He turns and looks for an assistant. “Excuse me,” he calls.
The woman turns and her eyes li
ght up like it’s Christmas when she sees him. “Oh, hello.” She rushes to stand beside him. “Can I help you?”
He gives her a charming smile. “Yes, I’m looking for Garaldi’s new book. Into the Woods. Do you have it?”
“Oh.” She smiles sweetly, completely flustered by his good looks. “I’m sure I can find one for you.”
I try not to roll my eyes. Honestly, it’s embarrassing the way women fawn all over him.
“I’ll need two,” he tells her.
“Buying one for a gift?” she asks to elaborate the conversation.