Ethan POV

Satisfaction rolls through me as I watch Grace's face shift—eyes widening, lips parting, breath catching.

'Got her.'

Ellen rumbles approval in my chest. 'Mate likes it. Mate is happy.'

The restaurant glows with flowers—roses, lilies, orchids, peonies. Every single bloom I could get my hands on that wouldn't make her break out in hives. I spent three fucking hours on the phone with that florist, going through every goddamn species they had in ...