Deep Surrendering (Episode Three) Read Online Free PDF

I discarded those menus as well.
    I was left with twenty, which was still a large number. Fin hovered near me, and I could tell he was dying to put in his two cents. Finally, I picked up all the menus and fanned them in my hand like playing cards.
    “Pick one,” I said.
    He shook his head and stepped back. “No, you’re picking.”
    “Well, I can’t make up my mind, and we’ll be sitting here all night. So pick one.” I shoved the menus at him and he sighed, as if I was asking him for a kidney.
    He scanned the leftover menus and then closed his eyes.
    “Okay, mix them up,” he said.
    “You want me to shuffle the menus?” He nodded, his eyes still closed, so I mixed them up as best I could and fanned them out again.
    “Pick one, I’m hungry,” I said as he groped for them. Finally, he got a hold of one and held it up.
    “Perfect. I was hoping it would be this one. They have amazing lobster bisque.” Damn, that sounded amazing. We leaned against the counter and studied the menu. I’d never been to this place before, mostly because it was a bit high on my price range. As soon as we decided, Fin called the restaurant and put in our order.
    “While we wait for that, I’m going to go and get everything set up for the movie. The bedroom is off limits for now. So feel free to go anywhere else in the house. But not the bedroom.”
    “Okaaaaayyyy,” I said, wondering what he needed to set up to watch a movie. A thrill also went through me at the thought of watching a movie with him in the enchanted bedroom. I’d put on sexy underwear, just in case, and I’d brought all the things I needed for tomorrow so I wouldn’t have to go back to my place before heading to class.
    I walked around the kitchen, noting how much different it was from mine, and not just in size. It was painstakingly organized. A place for everything and everything in its place.
    Walking through to the living room, I was struck again by the beautiful bookshelves. There was a pile of books on the coffee table and I rifled through them. Some were old with cracked leather bindings, some were brand new paperbacks. All on different subjects, fiction, non-fiction, everything.
    “You found my TBR pile,” he said, sneaking up behind me and putting his hands on my shoulders.
    “Your what?” I said, after I’d gotten my heart restarted.
    “My to-be-read pile. Well, one of them. Those are just the books I got from the library the other day that I have to finish before I go.” There were at least six books in the pile.
    “How in the hell are you going to finish all those books, work, and hang out with me? I mean, I know you hardly ever sleep, but still, that seems ambitious.” He shrugged one shoulder.
    “I’ll find time. I usually do.” An idea struck me that I couldn’t believe I hadn’t thought of.
    “What happens to this place when you’re gone?”
    He sat down on the couch and patted the seat next to him. “It’s looked after.” Well, that was vague.
    “So do you own properties all over? Or just this one?” I knew I was prying, but I wanted to know.
    “Just this one. I usually stay at hotels when I travel. It’s easier that way, because I never know where I’m going. It’s why I have so much stuff here, I think. Because I don’t get to take much with me, and I like knowing that my things, the stuff I cherish, is all in one place. Including you.” The last two words made my heart flutter and I ducked my head to hide a blush.
    “I’m going to miss you, Fin,” I said. I wasn’t going to cry. There was no need to cry. At least not right now. We still had a few days.
    We still had a few days. And nights. Couldn’t forget about those.
    “I’m going to miss you, Mari Cherry.” He tugged me close and gave me a hug that almost squeezed the air out of my lungs.
    “But let’s not think about goodbye now. The food should be here soon.” He stroked my hair and then kissed the tip of my nose.
    Gram used to tell me that the