Wild With You by Layla Hagen

Author:Layla Hagen [Hagen, Layla]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: layla hagen
Published: 2018-08-10T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter Nineteen

Lori

"Wait, why are we getting into your car? Are we driving somewhere? Why didn't you tell me to meet you there?" I asked when I met Graham the next day. He'd asked me to drive to the stadium, only to now inform me we were driving in his car to another location.

"Because I'm whisking you away."

"Oh." I fidgeted with my thumbs behind my back, smiling sheepishly. "Well, whisk me away, Frazier."

He pulled me flush against him, kissing me until I tingled in intimate places. Did he not know what danger an under-sexed and under-kissed woman was? He couldn't kiss me like that in public, or he was risking me jumping him like I had in that tent and my kitchen.

As we climbed into the car, I wondered if we were heading to the beach, or if he had a restaurant in mind. The truth was, it didn't matter. I was just happy to spend some time with him. We'd talked on the phone every day this week, but nothing beat admiring those fine muscles, that sculpted jaw.

"We're going to a park I love," he informed me. I beamed, looking out through the window, at the people, the cars. I was being whisked away to a midday date in a park. Could life get better than that?

"How did it go with the new wedding location?" he asked.

"Joanna replied this morning. She agreed to my prices." I'd told him about Joanna's restaurant on the phone, and now I filled him in on the details.

"I like seeing you so excited. You light up."

I relished his compliment. We talked a little about everything until he pulled the car in front of Griffith Park.

We climbed out of the car, and he headed to the back, opening the trunk and retrieving two blankets and a huge lunchbox.

"What's in the box?" I asked.

"Our afternoon snack."

"You... prepared this?" My voice was high-pitched, but I had the strangest feeling I was actually dreaming all of this. Maybe I'd dozed off at my desk researching groom costumes for Chihuahuas.

"I did."

Graham took my hand and gave it a small squeeze, kissing my forehead. Not a dream, then. He led me through a narrow passage flanked by greenery. The smell of patchouli was thick in the warm day. The path opened up in a beautiful clearing. Enormously old California oak trees lined the other end of the clearing. This was one of my favorite parks. Central Park in New York had nothing on it. Griffith Park was five times bigger and contained some of my favorite landmarks: the Hollywood sign, Batman's cave, and even an outdoor theater.

"Let's go under those trees," Graham said.

"Sure."

He didn't let go of my hand as we crossed the clearing. I loved the feeling of my hand cocooned in his warm, much larger one. The grass was high, tickling my ankles. The only sounds surrounding us were birds chirping and the rustle of leaves. It was a sunny end of February day, which caused a conundrum. If we sat in the shade, it could become chilly, but if we sat in the sun, we'd start sweating.

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