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“I can see you’ve been doing some research. And for just the two of us, where would you like to go?”

“I’ve been doing some reading, dreaming, really. I wanted to go to both places, but knew it was a pipe dream. Bali is where I want to go, just for me, not thinking about Mindy. I want to lie in bed with the French doors open and hear the ocean. Then, I want to make love and eat breakfast in bed and feed each other chocolate-covered strawberries. What about you? What do you want to do on our honeymoon?”

“Anywhere I go, if I’m with you, is a honeymoon. But I have to admit the thought of eating chocolate-covered strawberries in bed after making love sounds about perfect.”

The music stopped and Travis led her to a table. After they were seated, he lifted his hand into the air.

A server appeared.

“We’d like a bottle of Dom Perignon 1990.”

“Very good, sir.”

“That’s one of the best years.” He smiled conspiratorially. “I Googled it.” Then he laughed.

Willow couldn’t help but laugh, too. “You are so bad. I love it.”

His voice deepened. “I can’t wait for you to say those words and mean them about me.”

I want to say them, so very much. But I’m afraid. What if you don’t return the sentiment? Does it matter in the scheme of things if he says them first or if I do? I said them first to Alex and then I thought he felt he was trapped. I don’t want Travis to feel that way. I wish I knew the answer. Maybe I just need to tell him and get it over with. Maybe.

Chapter 11

As the ball ended, Willow felt like Cinderella about to lose her shoe. But she wasn’t Cinderella, and perhaps her evening wasn’t over yet.

Travis helped her into the limousine and then slid in next to her. He still looked so handsome in his tuxedo. His bowtie was a little crooked from him loosening it.

“I’ve arranged for a late supper at the Brown Palace in their vault. They don’t use that for the restaurant anymore but were perfectly willing to reserve it for an evening for me...us.”

“That sounds lovely. The Brown Palace is one of the oldest hotels in Denver. I’ve always wanted to go but could never afford it.” She leaned back against the seat.

She sat in the middle so they would both still have a seatbelt on, but he could lean down and kiss her, as he was doing now.

Willow loved his kisses. He started gentle and took it deeper until she was totally lost. Willow didn’t exist, but Willow and Travis did, as one entity. She wanted so much to make love, but she couldn’t. She had to be sure he loved her as much as she loved him.

They pulled up to the Brown Palace, and the doorman opened the limo door.

Travis exited and then held out his hand.

Her dress was not the easiest to slide across the leather seat in, but she managed without damaging the gown. When she was out and standing, she took Travis’s extended arm while they ascended the stairs into the hotel.

Travis led them to the check-in desk.

“Travis Morgan.” He looked at Willow when he said it.

“Yes, Mr. Morgan. We have your accommodation ready. Please sign here.” The pretty young blonde with the ring in her nose, slid a reservation form across the desk. “We have the vault set up for you. Jacob will show you the way.”

A young man wearing a black suit and tie with his long brown hair pulled back into a neat ponytail appeared next to Travis.

“If you’ll follow me, please.” He led them across the lobby to a set of stairs going down. They descended the stairs and went through the huge, round vault door. The inside was softly lit, and they’d set a table up in the middle of the room. Some years before, they removed the booths on both sides of the room. She remembered reading about it in the Rocky Mountain News before it shuttered its doors.

“I hope you don’t mind, but I chose the meal. You know me, I’m a rancher, so there has to be beef. In this case, Beef Wellington for two. Lobster bisque to start and crème brûlée for dessert, since I won’t have what I want for dessert.” His gaze traveled up and down her body.

Willow’s face heated. She desperately wanted to have Travis for dessert, too, but that wouldn’t happen tonight. Maybe soon, though. She knew Travis loved her, but he didn’t seem to have realized it yet himself. And he must before she would marry him.

After a wonderful dinner where the soup was to die for, the beef was tender, and the dessert sweet and crunchy in just the right combination, they headed home. At least, she thought they were. But the next thing she knew, they were driving into Cherry Hills Village.

The driver pulled up to a beautiful colonial style mansion.