Chapters (48)
- Dedication
- Author’s Note
- Part 1. October 2019
- Chapter 1
- Chapter 2
- Chapter 3
- Part 2. November 2019
- Chapter 4
- Chapter 5
- Chapter 6
- Part 3. December 2019
- Chapter 7
- Chapter 8
- Chapter 9
- Part 4. January 2020
- Chapter 10
- Chapter 11
- Chapter 12
- Part 5. February 2020
- Chapter 13
- Chapter 14
- Chapter 15
- Chapter 16
- Chapter 17
- Part 6. March 2020
- Chapter 18
- Chapter 19
- Chapter 20
- Chapter 21
- Chapter 22
- Part 7. April 2020
- Chapter 23
- Part 8. May 2020
- Chapter 24
- Chapter 25
- Chapter 26
- Chapter 27
- Chapter 28
- Part 9. June 2020
- Chapter 29
- Chapter 30
- Chapter 31
- Chapter 32
- Part 10. July 2020
- Epilogue
- Acknowledgments
- About the Author
- Copyright
He talks about how much fun he had dreaming this up, and how it’ll be the perfect way to chill out in the midst of Nationals prep, but I just can’t focus. My mind ping-pongs from sleuthing out where he’s taking me to our last in-person conversation about Dimitri’s job offer. We haven’t had a chance to discuss it. There’s so much I could say to him—and as much as I want to ask how he’s feeling about what Dimitri said, I don’t want to ruin the romantic mood.
He drives through the town center and pulls into Osaka Sushi. The familiar wooden sign gives me a burst of nostalgia, but it takes me a moment to piece together why he’s so excited.
“I told you about this place, didn’t I?” I say, suddenly recalling. “When we were driving through Greenwood after Lolly’s.”
“Your family likes to come here for special occasions,” he says.
“Ryan! You remembered.” I take off my seat belt so I can properly lean across the car to give him a hug and a kiss. “But wait, the socks? Warm clothes? Was that just to throw me off?”
I’m overheating in a thick turtleneck and knit scarf. There are gloves stashed away in the pockets of my parka.
“That’s for after dinner,” he says, winking as he gets out of the car.
Ninety minutes later, when we’re happily filled up on a sashimi platter and a sake flight, I still don’t know where we’re going next. But Ryan did insist on heading out of the restaurant as soon as the bill was paid, rather than lingering at the table. I get the sense we’re on a deadline. In the car once again, I feel warmed by the sake from the inside out, touched by the romantic gesture of bringing me back to Osaka Sushi, and high on the anticipation of discovering where this adventure all leads. Whatever desire I had earlier tonight to ask Ryan about Dimitri has faded away. It’s not that I don’t care—it’s that moments like this don’t come around often. It’s not every day that a gorgeous man throws together a surprise date packed with personal touches at a series of secret locations. I slide my hand into Ryan’s and squeeze a silent thanks.