“Holy cow, look at the time,” his assistant said. “You two have a nice night.”
Snoop hopped out of the limo. He rapped his hand on the roof before walking away. Peter promised himself that someday, he would tell Snoop as well.
“Let’s roll,” he told his driver.
The limo glided down the street. Peter turned to Liza. “You hungry?”
“Starving.”
“Me, too. Where do you want to eat?”
Liza snuggled up next to him, and rested her head on his shoulder. Her face was so close that he could feel her breath on his skin. Tomorrow morning they’d wake up together, and her face would be the first thing he’d see, her voice the first thing he heard. If he was honest with her, it would be that way for the rest of his life. If he’d learned anything during the past few days, it was that there could be no secrets between people in love. No secrets at all.
“Surprise me,” she said.