Bags were packed, her outfit was laid out, the charter was purchased along with the flat in Paris, dinner reservations were made...Matt stood back and considered his handiwork. All he needed was the woman that he planned on surprising. Where was Cora?
Maybe breaking into the warehouse (okay, he wasn't breaking in, he had permission to be here, after all) for a surprise trip wasn't the brightest of ideas, but Matt wanted to give Cora a grand gesture to show that he was dedicated to them. As stressed as they both had been, they needed a vacation. And what better way to relax than with a romantic getaway?
A coy, playful smile played in his lips when he heard the door open downstairs. She was home. Matt left her bedroom and braced himself on the balcony, displaying the fitted tuxedo he'd rented for himself.
"I've got a surprise for you. I need you to trust me...go get dressed in the outfit I laid out and meet me in the foyer. We're going on a date."
It was forward, commanding, and even a bit arrogant to assume that she didn't have plans for the night, but Matt thought that she wouldn't care once she had the night's escapades revealed to her.