He grinned.
“Mysterious.”
I smiled back.
“That’s the idea.”
By the time we arrived at the hotel, Ryan was practically glowing.
The place looked almost exactly as I remembered from our wedding night—soft lighting, white tablecloths, piano music drifting from the lobby.
Ryan reached across the table and took my hand.
“You look beautiful.”
“Thank you.”
“I mean it. You really do.”
He went on about how good it was to see me “back to myself,” how much happier I seemed, and how much better our marriage had become.
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