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you want to sit down and tell me why today was such a good day, or should we come back to dinner and start with dessert?” he asked, his teeth nibbling along the sensitive spot where my neck and shoulder met. As wonderful as it felt, my stomach protested, making the decision for me. Nate pulled away and looked over my shoulder at my stomach. “Dinner it is then. We can have dessert later.”
    I laughed as he led me to the table and pulled out my chair. “This all smells delicious. I can’t believe in four months we will be husband and wife.”
    “It can’t come soon enough,” he said, taking the seat across from me. He picked up the basket of bread and passed it to me first. “So what made today so ‘excellent’?”
    “Well, I was asked to be co-counsel for a trial case.”
    “Dani, that’s awesome! It didn’t take them long to figure out how lucky they are to have you. When do you start?”
    We continued passing the dishes around, filling our plates. It was always such an experience when Nate cooked. It didn’t happen often but was always worth the wait. “I have to see Tina on Monday. She’s the head counsel.” The eggplant parmesan looked delicious and I couldn’t wait to take that first bite. It seemed to melt in my mouth. “Oh my God, this is to die for.”
    “I’m glad you like it. So, you’ll be working with Tina. That’s good—to be with someone you’ve gotten to know.”
    “I know. Alec couldn’t have picked a better person for me to start with.” Nate had poured me a glass of Pino Noir but not a fan of wine himself, he stuck with one of the darker beers he always enjoyed with Italian food. Picking up the glass I took a sip, savoring the sweet, yet bitter taste. “How was your day?”
    “Good, especially since I got the weekend off. But we were told that we’ll have to stay late on Monday.”
    “Well, it doesn’t happen that often, and at least we have the whole weekend together.”
    We lapsed into a comfortable silence as we ate, enjoying each other’s company. When dinner was done I offered to clean up, since Nate cooked, but he was having none of it so I sat and enjoyed my second glass of wine. “Remember we have to head over to the reception hall for the cake tasting tomorrow. We need to decide on that, and the menu.
    Nate came out of the kitchen, drying his hands on a dishtowel. “I know. I also thought that we could head on over to the park for a picnic afterwards.”
    “Oh, I like that idea.”
    “Good, because I already have everything ready.”
    Standing up, I placed my glass on the table and walked over to wrap my arms around Nate’s waist. “You spoil me.”
    He tossed the towel, lowering his head to nibble on my collarbone again, the feel of his breath on my skin sending shivers down my spine. “Would you like me to not spoil you?” he whispered into the crook of my neck.
    “No,” I replied, my voice breathy. But that was where coherent thought ended as Nate’s hand lifted to roam underneath my shirt.
    “I think it’s time for dessert,” he said, backing me toward the bedroom.
    “Mmm dessert sounds like a wonderful idea.”
    Before we reached the bedroom he pushed me against the wall, capturing my mouth in a bone-melting kiss that sent sparks of heat throughout my body. The feel of his hands as they touch the skin peaking out from beneath the hem of my tank top made my need for him grow exponentially. His hands slid down my hips and around to the back of my thighs, where he pulled them up to wrap around his waist. Without lifting his lips he moved us to the bedroom, where we spent the next few hours enjoying our “dessert” before falling asleep.

    The next morning came way too quickly for my taste, but our appointment with the caterer was at nine—why I’d made it so early was beyond me. I rolled over and snuggled back into Nate. He was always so warm. Tucked close against his body was a place I always felt safe and protected. He bent down and kissed