Only the soft blue lights of the Venetian’s gardens shone through the cracks in the curtains. Her hand patted the space next to her, searching for her husband, but came up empty. Instead, she heard crinkling as her hand stumbled on a piece of paper. She flicked on the lamp, her heart skipping fearfully. Had he left her? Had he decided it was too much? Oh, God, please no. Her breath caught in her throat as she unfolded the hotel stationary. My Beautiful Wife, I made reservations for seven at Emeril’s, which I hear is quite delicious. I anxiously await your presence downstairs. I thought of waiting, but I knew we would never make it out of the suite. I hope you don’t mind; I purchased you a gift. I couldn’t resist. The dress will look fabulous on you. It will bring out the green in your eyes, and oh how I anticipate removing each individual button to reveal what’s underneath afterward. My heart longs for your arrival. Please hurry! Yours forever, Jordan Instantaneous relief melted through her.
