Chapter 73

• KESTER.
• "You still haven't told me what you were doing in that boutique, Kester," Kasmine asked for the hundredth time as we drove home.
• I smirked, gripping the wheel with one hand while the other itched to reach for her. I was tempted—so damn tempted—to tell her. But no, it had to be a surprise. Probably when we've decided on a date, which I know could be a long time from now – say in two to three months – then she'd know that she didn't need to shop for a wedding dress and that I already had it taken care of.