Chapter 73

Three days after I got my clothes tailored, Oliver said, "I've got something for you." He drove us off in his sports car, refusing to tell me where we were headed. The whole ride, I kept asking him what this was all about, but he just grinned and brushed me off. "It's a surprise," Oliver said with a playful smile, wrapping an arm around my shoulder. "You're gonna love it." I frowned, a little irritated, and pushed him away. Of course, he leaned right back in, brushing his lips over my neck. He shot me this pitiful look, like I’d just broken his heart. “Babe…” I sighed, cupped his face, and kissed him roughly, pouring all my warmth into that kiss. About thirty minutes later, we pulled up outside the airport's waiting area. Once we got out, Oliver held my hand. “Come on, sweetheart.” “Recognize him?” he asked. I blinked, looking up to see an elderly man holding a small box. His eyes lit up when he saw me, arms wide open as I walked into his hug. That was Will Hunter, the craftsman who ma