Page 45 of Only You

“He just pulled up,” Luis said, staring out the window.

I grabbed my purse, said goodbye to my family, and when I opened the door, Alex stood there looking handsome and smelling like a God.

“Hi.” I smiled.

“Hi. You ready?”

“I am.” I pulled the door shut behind me.

He opened the door to his Mercedes, and I climbed inside.

“So, where are we having dinner tonight?” I asked.

“You’ll see.” A smile crossed his lips.

He drove us to the park, and I sat there confused.

“The park?”

“Follow me.” He climbed out and opened the back, pulling out a blanket, a bag, and a large picnic basket.

“Who says picnics have to be done during the day.” He winked.

I followed him to a spot where he spread out the blanket. “Have a seat.” He smiled.

I couldn’t believe he brought me to the park for a picnic dinner. This had to be the most romantic thing anyone had ever done for me.

“We have candlelight.” A smirk crossed his lips as he pulled the small lantern with a candle in the center from the bag. He turned it over, slid the switch to the on position, and set it in the middle of the blanket. “Now, let’s see what we have in here.” He opened the brown wicker picnic basket. “We have a bottle of Cabernet, 2018, two glasses, and a shrimp cocktail to start.”

“I can’t believe you did this.” I smiled.

“I can’t take all the credit. I had some help.” He poured me a glass of wine and handed it to me.

We sat on the blanket under the stars and enjoyed our wine and shrimp.

“Now, for the entrée.” He grinned. “A nice fruit tray for two.” He took the plastic wrap off and set it down. “And two lobster sandwiches on sourdough. I know it’s not the greatest of dinners, but I couldn’t bring anything hot.”

“It’s perfect.” I grinned.

“I did have to ask Colin if you liked lobster.”

“I love it.” I took a bite of my sandwich. “Your friend, Owen, seems like a nice guy.”

“He’s a great guy. I brought him out here because I wanted to show him something.”

“Oh yeah?”

“My parents, well, now me, own a large amount of land fifteen miles outside of Harbor Falls. I’m turning it into a town.”

“What? Seriously?” I cocked my head. “What kind of town?”

“Like Harbor Falls. I’m naming it after my sister, Athena Harbor.”

“Harbor Falls and Athena Harbor. I like it.” I grinned.

“Thank you.”

“Does this mean you’re staying in Harbor Falls?”