On the plane back to the States, they’d dined on swordfish and scallops, sharing an entire bottle of wine between them. Scarlet couldn’t stop staring at the rock on her finger. She wasn’t usually one for material things, she didn’t get off on labels or luxurious brands. But she had to admit, staring at her ring, she kind of got what the fuss was all about. And across from her was the sexiest man she’d ever known. And he was all hers. “I’m definitely glad I brought the chef along,” Barrett said after his second glass of wine. “Completely worth it.” “What did he do while we were at the resort?” Scarlet asked. “I put him and the plane crew up at a resort on the other side of the island. Nice place. Pilots told me this was the most fun they’ve ever had on a charter,” he smiled. “Wow,” Scarlet said. “You really did go all out for this week.”
