I launched myself into his arms. “How could I forget? Happy anniversary, Liam.”
“I’ve got something for you,” he said. “Close your eyes.”
I did, and a moment later, something thin and smooth landed in my hands. I peeked.
“Plane tickets?” I gasped. “Punta Cana?”
Liam beamed. “We leave in three hours. You’ve got twenty minutes to pack!”
My jaw dropped, but I squealed with excitement and jumped into motion.
We hadn’t had time for just the two of us in months. Liam had been buried in work; I’d been juggling freelance projects and the everyday chaos of life. This—this was the break we needed.
The flight was a blur of excitement. When we landed, the humid Caribbean air wrapped around us like a soft blanket.
“Wow,” I breathed as we stepped off the plane. The palm trees, the cerulean sky—it all looked like a painting.
“Just wait till you see the resort,” Liam said, squeezing my hand.
