Come Away with Me (With Me in Seattle, #1)(63)

We’ve already been to the spa this morning. We both had facials, massages, pedicures and manicures, and had our bits and pieces freshly waxed. I have to say, it felt fantastic. “The spa was enough. It was generous and relaxing and perfect.”

“Nat, stop fighting this. Luke is being incredibly generous and wants – wants –us to enjoy ourselves today. I agree that there’s no need to go ape-shit crazy, but humor the man and get a few nice things.

You’ll probably need a few formal dresses if he continues to plan things like the other night, which, by the way, holy shit. Plus, you may have to go to a movie premiere or something sometime, and you have to look the part.”

Holy shit is right.

I’d never considered that. Does he go to the premiers of the movies he works on now?

Hell.

Two hours, and a few thousand dollars later, we leave the store loaded down with bags and boxes. I can’t believe she talked me into all of this.

I’m happy that she also managed to snag a few things for herself. Luke would approve.

I have purchased three new evening dresses

and

the

appropriate

undergarments for them, a few blouses and jeans, two new pairs of shoes –Manolo Blahniks! – and a new Gucci handbag.

I might chicken out and return it all tomorrow.

Jules also scored a new pair of Louboutins and a handbag. She looks beautiful as we leave the store and head to the car. She’s the happiest I’ve seen her since her tryst with her boss; smiling, carefree and relaxed.

Three hours at the spa and two hours of spending someone else’s money at Neiman’s will do that to a girl.

We head back to our house to get ready for the party tonight. I’m really excited to see Jules’ family and to meet her new niece, little Sophie.

Luke will be here in an hour.

“Are you going to wear that pretty new red top with the new jeans?” Jules pulls her new Louis Vuitton handbag out of its brown dust cover and makes quick work of moving all her things into it.

“Yeah, I think so. That’s an awesome handbag.” Aside from shoes, handbags are my weakness, and I can’t help but ooh and aah over my pretty new Gucci bag.

“Have I mentioned that I like your boyfriend?” Jules smirks.

“He is an over the top guy, that’s for sure.”

“He really loves you, Nat. I can see it written all over him. He just wants you to be happy.”

My heart goes a little gooey at her statement. She’s right. And if spoiling me with some new things makes him happy, who am I to complain?

“Did you warn your family about him? I don’t want them to go fan crazy on him today.”

“Yeah, I did. They’ve had plenty of time to go fan crazy in private. You know they’ll be cool. Besides, I have brothers. They don’t care that he’s sexy.”

“Good point.” We smile at each other and then head upstairs to primp for tonight.

***

“Hello, gorgeous.” Luke pulls me in his arms and kisses me soundly.

“Hello, handsome.” I smile up at him and usher him inside the house.

“Are you ladies ready?” He looks delicious in his black jeans, and un-tucked white button down shirt. I run my fingers through his soft blonde hair.

“Yes.”

“You look happy.” He kisses my cheek and hugs me to him again. “And beautiful in this red blouse.”

“It’s new.” I feel my cheeks flush.

“Yeah? I like it very much.”

“Thank you, for everything.” I kiss him, cupping his beautiful face in my hands.

“Did you have fun?”

“We had a great time. You spoiled us today. Thank you for including Jules.”

“I’m fond of Jules.”

“Oh?” I raise an eyebrow.

“She loves you and she’s your best friend.”

Damn, he’s just so sweet.

“Oh, God, please don’t be like this all night.” Jules walks into the foyer and rolls her eyes.

“Hello to you, too.” Luke laughs and kisses my forehead, then releases me.

“Thanks for today, Luke. We had a great time, and I am now the proud owner of this delightful handbag.” Jules smiles sweetly.

“It suits you. You’re welcome. Shall we go?”

I grab my camera bag and follow Luke out to the car. He raises an eyebrow, glancing at my bag. “Do you think I’m going to a family dinner with a brand new baby without my camera? I’m a girl, Luke.”

He smirks and opens my door for me.

Luke and I follow Jules in separate vehicles to her parent’s house. They live in a new subdivision in North Seattle where most of the houses look alike; well-kept lawns, small front porches with hanging baskets of colorful flowers and kids riding bicycles on the sidewalks. The house is average in size, with a large back yard.

No one, even the Montgomery’s themselves;

know

that

I’m

the

anonymous donor that paid the mortgage off for them earlier this year.

“This is a nice neighborhood,” Luke comments and I smile at him.

“It is. It suits Jules’ parents. They’re empty nesters, so the house is the perfect size for them. I’m glad it’s a nice day today; we can all sit out in the backyard.