Beau met her at the door. Standing there in jeans and a white button-down shirt, halfway unbuttoned, his hair slightly messy, no shoes on, he looked sexy as hell. “I could’ve paid for the driver,” he said, as she made her way up the steps.

Mia grinned at him, watching him watch her, his eyes traveling the length of her and then back again, taking in the dress, before settling on her eyes. “I got it.” The cab pulled through the circle drive, headed back out to the gate as Beau’s arms ...