Promised (The Promised Series)

she says. “Good. Now that that is settled, you two have a good time and be careful.”
    “We will.” Wyn and I both say in unison, which causes us both to laugh and Dani to shake her head.
    Sliding back into the driver’s seat, she grumbles. “You two are such dorks.”
    Wyn leans down, kisses Dani on the cheek, and whispers something I can’t hear. Then she shuts Dani’s door.
    Once Dani’s tail lights are fading into the distance, I turn my attention back to my beautiful date.
    “So…what are we doing tonight?” Wyn asks as she fidgets with the buttons of her black coat.
    “It’s a surprise.” I say, closing the distance between us.
    “I don’t like surprises.” She says quietly when I’m standing directly in front of her.
    “You’ll like this one.” I reply back just as quietly.
    The silence grows between us and I can feel that something’s off, but I don’t push for an explanation because I want this date to be about us. I have a feeling the issue that’s bothering her is about her someone else, and I’m not bringing him with us tonight.
    I grab her hand and walk her to the car. “We better get on the road or we won’t make it in time.”
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    An hour later, I pull on to the dirt lane that leads to my family’s cabin. The ride started off quiet, but eventually, Wyn pulled out of her funk and started grilling me with questions about the surprise. Her earlier worries slipped away and I was left with the fun, caring girl that I know I’m starting to love.
    I put the Challenger into park and get out and cross to Wyn’s door to help her out.
    “Linc, this place is breath taking.” She says, turning in a slow circle to take the whole view in. And she’s right, this place is. I’ve been here hundreds of times with my family, but each time I stop to admire the view. A cozy log cabin sits at the end of the driveway with a deck that wraps around the entire house. To the right, you have a view of the mountains. To the left and back, you can see the dark blue waters of the lake with more mountains in the background. But tonight, I don’t take in the glory that is barely touched nature; I watch Wyn and her reaction to one of my favorite places.
    She completes her circle right in front of me and the smile that’s lighting up her face makes the days I spent planning and the hour I spent driving us here, completely worth it.
    I hold out my arm for her to take as I ask, “Ready to see the inside?”
    “We better or I might freeze in this dress.” She laughs as she takes my arm. She had to bring my mind back to that dress. Damn! The only thing I can see of it is a hint of black lace showing from beneath her coat. But if how much leg is showing is any indication, it’s short and sexy as hell. I’m trying to be a gentleman, but that mystery dress is going to make my goal near impossible to complete.
    “Well, that’s the last thing I want to happen. But if it does, I’ll gladly warm you up.” I say as I guide her into the cabin, kicking the door shut behind us, and pulling her to my chest. Placing a gentle kiss to her lips, I confess. “I’ve missed not seeing you every day.”
    “Me too. Thankfully, school starts back in a few days and we’ll be able to see each other more.”
    “Who would’ve known we’d be thankful for Christmas break to be over?” I chuckle. Taking a step back, I say. “Here, let me help you with your coat.”
    She turns her back to me as she unbuttons the coat, slowly sliding it down her shoulders and revealing the see-through, black lace covering her right shoulder and the bare skin of her left. Her curls have been twisted into some intricate design so they’re off her shoulders, except for a few that have worked their way loose. Those loose ones are like arrows, drawing my attention to the soft exposed skin below. I pull myself together and help her take the coat the rest of the way off and hang it on the coat rack by the door. I take a deep breath in an attempt to control myself before I turn around to see the whole dress, but no amount of deep breaths would’ve prepared me for the sight that meets my eyes when I turn back to face her.
    The black lace clings to every perfect inch of her delicately, curved body. The lace sleeve on her right arm starts right above her elbow and reaches the top of her shoulder before it slices at an angle across her chest. The material is completely sheer until it hits a satiny material that