Every single day for the last five years has a date and price. Shocked, I ask, "How did you get this?"

She shrugs. "I researched it."

"This is ridiculously detailed," I claim.

"Too much?" she asks, wincing again.

"No, not at all. This is impressive, Sunshine."

"It is?" she questions again.

"Of course it is. Why are you second-guessing yourself because I'm looking at it?" I inquire.

Her face turns red. "I am, aren't I?"

"Yes. And you shouldn't," I declare.

She releases a stress-filled breath. "You're right."

"You know this inside and out. Don't ever doubt yourself," I tell her.

She smiles, and my heart swells. She quietly replies, "Thanks."

I know the perfect spot for her first bakery in Dallas.

I rise, announcing, "I have to go to the restroom. I'll be right back."

"Okay."

I lean down and put my face in front of hers. "This is a killer plan. You're going to be super successful with it."

She beams. "Thanks. I appreciate your confidence."

"There's no reason for you not to do this," I add, then peck her on the lips. "I'll be right back." I go into the restroom and grab the phone receiver off the wall, then hit the extension for the spa. A woman chirps, "Good morning, Mr. Cartwright. This is Anna. How can I assist you?"

"I need to schedule my wife for a manicure and pedicure today."

She answers, "I'm sorry, but we're fully booked today."

"I figured, but I'll give your entire staff a generous bonus, and I need the appointment to be within the next half hour," I state.

"Oh...umm..."

I continue, "I don't care what else I need to add to this, but I need my wife to get a manicure and pedicure."

Anna asserts, "Mr. Cartwright, just a moment, please."

"Sure." I stare at myself in the mirror, tapping my hand against my thigh.

Anna returns to the line. "Okay. We can make that happen. Please send your wife over."

"Thank you," I state and hang up. I pretend to flush the toilet and wash my hands. I leave the bathroom and announce, "I have a surprise for you."

Georgia turns her head. "Another one? You're spoiling me."

I pull her off her feet. "You have an appointment at the spa."

"What?"

"Pedicure and manicure. You need to go now, or you'll be late," I declare.

"I thought we were going to go downtown?" she asks.

"We will, but you have an appointment first."

She glances at her nails. "Are they that bad?"

I chuckle. "No, but when we were at our massages, the lady kept claiming how amazing the manicures and pedicures were here. So I booked you one."

She grins, rises on her toes, then tosses her arms around me. "Thank you. You're the best."

"Can you say that again?" I ask.

She softly laughs. "Nope. You'll have to do something else for me to say that again."