“It’s a surprise.”
“When did you have time to plan a surprise? You’ve only been here for a day.”
“This is a few weeks in the making.”
She frowns in confusion.
I outline her lips lightly, kissing a trail behind my finger. “All those nights I wasn’t calling you, I was researching.”
“I wish you would have called,” she grumbles.
“I couldn’t, babe. I had to stay focused, and I knew if I heard your voice, I’d blow this whole thing out of the water.”
Her face goes soft, because she now knows the story of what happened the day she left. She knows about the ambush on my balcony and the help from our families to get me here without alerting anyone locally that I was out of the country.
“I guess I can forgive you since it was such a good surprise.” She winks and cuddles next to me with a dreamy sigh.
Our driver starts talking, pointing out different areas of the countryside, and explains some of the agriculture. The ride is over an hour, and Grace engages with him, asking about the people and the land, soaking it all in. She explains a little about her home and their methods of farming, comparing techniques.
I watch her with such pride and awe that my heart swells.
She’s so smart, so beautiful, and so fucking mine.
When he drives through the gates of the winery, she squeals, wiggling in her seat. “Is this you or Gail?” She eyes me suspiciously.
“It’s all me. Promise.” I cross my heart.
A hostess meets us at the large wooden doors, offering to take my bag, and mouths ‘I got it’ while Grace is distracted. We join a tasting already in progress, while my body starts to hum in anticipation.
Finally, we’re encouraged to enjoy the grounds, and I take Grace’s hand leading her to the spot I have chosen. Since I discovered this winery online, I memorized the path.
I make sure to watch her face closely when the tree comes into view. She gasps, stopping and twisting to me.
“How did you do this?”
“Planning.”
I lead her the rest of the way, pleased with the way the hostess organized the lunch I bought. The wine is set up on the side, along with a small fire pit to help fight off the chill in the air. Everything is as I instructed.
“This is so amazing.”
I glance around at the surrounding area. Trees are already harvested for the season but still have some greenery, and the grounds are well landscaped. If the weather holds out, this is exactly what I pictured.
“You hungry?”
“I could eat.” She flashes a suggestive smirk.
My cock stirs, liking her implication. “Food, Grace, I need to feed you.”
“Spoil sport.” She lowers herself to the blanket, and I pour us a glass of wine before joining her.
She scoots between my knees, leaning her back to my front, and sighs loudly. “I’m going to have a hard time when you leave.”
“Me too, but I’ll be back in a month.”
“A month is a long time.”
“A year is a long time, but we’re going to make it work.”