As Cassidy was escorted to the table in the tallest building in Dallas, she couldn’t help but marvel at the floor-to-ceiling glass and the fact no one else was in the entire restaurant. He’d bought the place out. She couldn’t believe it. She shook her head and muttered, “You date a prince and get treated like a princess.” She got to the table, but Anthony wasn’t there yet, so she asked the server if she could go stand by the window.

After a few moments of staring down at the city, she felt Anthony’s presence before seeing him behind her in the glass. “Hey,” he said. His hand took hold of her waist, pulling her back against him, and their eyes held through the glass.

“Hey.” She was mesmerized by the image of them. She wore heels and a royal-blue satin dress that was barely off the shoulder. Anthony didn’t have to bend far to gently kiss her between her ear and neck and send a surge of electricity through her.

He spun her toward him, leaving her breathless. His lips settled on hers and she put her hands behind his neck, pulling him closer. It was like her dream of him and reality had merged into this amazing plane of the present.

He gave her a quick up-and-down. “You do things to me, woman.”

She laughed and didn’t want to admit what he did to her. “You bought the whole place out tonight?”

He shrugged, keeping his hands on her hips. “How would you describe this moment?” he asked, searching her eyes.

Her heart raced, and then she noticed the music had changed. Instead of the subtle soft sound of the music on the speakers, a man stood in the center of the room, strumming his guitar. “Who, what?”

“The writer is speechless,” Anthony said softly.

“I can’t believe this,” she muttered, gaping. “Kent Sloane is here?”

He just leaned in and brushed his lips to hers, sending fire through her. “You said you liked my song, I thought he’d be a good choice to play it tonight.”

Sloane looked up from his guitar and waved. “’Sup, Cassidy.”

A laugh skittered out of her. “Hey.”

“I thought he should play the song for you,” Anthony said.

Incredulous, she stared at Sloane. “You did all this for me?”

Anthony put his arms around her waist and kissed her again. “I would do anything for you.”

Dancing with him in this moment … felt perfect. Her heart raced and all she could think about was how in love with him she felt.

After Sloane ended Anthony’s song, he started strumming out a fast song.

Anthony pulled her into some country dance moves, which she followed as best she could. It felt amazing and she couldn’t believe the last ten days with him. Being near to him, learning about him. Discovering this man again. Then she thought of her father, and she pushed both hands into the air in celebration. “And his tumors are shrinking!”

Anthony mimicked her, shooting his hands up too. “Woot!”

She dissolved into giggles and thought of how when she was with Anthony, she just felt this natural high.

He spun her out and then brought her in quickly. It did feel like a fairy tale.

“Are you my prince?” she asked him.

He held her gaze. “Do you want me to be?”

Her heart thudded inside her chest and she sniffed. “Yeah, I do.”

He laughed, and she thought she could see tears in his eyes. He pulled her in and held her tight, whispering in her ear. “Maybe we do get second chances, Cass. Maybe we do.”

“Well, you’re the second-chance quarterback if there ever was one.” She kissed him.

As if on cue, the song ended and Sloane started playing another slow one.

Anthony held her to him tightly and deepened the kiss. They swayed back and forth for a few moments.

Joy warmed every part of her. She’d never imagined when she’d come back to Dallas that things would turn out this way. She thought of how he’d confessed his love to her in the car, and she pulled back, staring into his beautiful brown eyes. “I love you.” Her voice was shaky and her eyes filled with tears. “I know I didn’t say it when you did, but I want you to know it.”

A huge grin lit up his face and he kissed her again.

After a few moments, he led her back to the only table in the room and pulled her chair out. The city lights sparkled up at them and she felt like her heart could burst.

“I took the pleasure of ordering for you. Hope that’s okay.”

She smiled, not caring a fig about the food, and reached for his hand. “It’s great.”

Scooting his chair closer, he sat and pulled the back of her hand to his lips, kissing up her wrist.

She giggled. “We’re at dinner.”

He grinned and kept kissing. “I bought the place out so I could kiss you all night.”

This made her insides feel like a melting truffle. “You think?”

There was really no point playing coy, because his lips were already back on hers and she happily kissed him back. She’d fallen back in love with Anthony Kincaid for the second time, and it was more remarkable than she’d ever imagined.

Anthony’s phone made a funny buzzing noise. He fumbled to tug it out of his pocket, then gasped. “Oh my gosh, we have to go. The baby’s coming!”