Chapter 28

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George's POV

We drive through town without any issues - my car windows are tinted black so no one knows I'm inside. I turn the wheel back and forth as we make our way on windy roads up to a tiny little village.

"Wow." Kara says, looking out the window.

"How cute is this place." She said.

I smile, knowing I picked the right place. I pull the car into the drive and shut off the engine. I jump out and run around to open Kara's door. She steps out and takes my arm. I lead her inside the itty restaurant.

It is owned by a family friend. I paid him to shut down the whole place for Kara and I to dine there this evening. He opens the door when we reach it and greets us excitedly. I can tell Kara is taken aback at first. I let go of her arm and place my hand gently but protectively around her waist.

We make our way to one of the tables. I pull out Kara's chair and scoot her in once she's seated. We enjoy a delicious three course meal. When the dessert finally comes, my heart beat starts to pick up. It's almost time and my nerves are going crazy. I've never done this before. I've no reason to be nervous because there's no question she's the love of my life.

I pat my pocket, feeling the weight of box. I watch as Kara takes a bite of the chocolate mousse. She smiles at me, chocolate covers her teeth. I laugh and lean across the table to kiss her.

"Delicious." I say causing her to giggle. When we finish our desserts and champagne I stand and pull out Kara's chair.

I pre-paid the owner for dinner before we got there. I offered him a very healthy amount of money. Even though he didn't want that much money, I appreciated everything he's done for me and my family over the years.

We step out into the cool night.

"Would you like to take a walk before we head home?" I ask. Kara nods.

"I'd love to."

We walk in silence for a few minutes. She lets out a shiver and I wordlessly take off my jacket and cover her shoulders with it. I glance at the street signs. Just another block and we'll be there...

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