Chapter 22

Paige

Dallas and I leave the yacht and set foot in Sweden. I’ve never been here before.

The streets are filled with people and a lot of new sights. A few men smile or wink at me as they walk past us, but Dallas just clasps my delicate hand in his, drawing it to his lips and placing a sweet kiss on the back to show them I’m his. It’s sexy seeing him get territorial, and I can’t help but blush.

He leads us through the Old Town—the buildings are so tall and beautiful, looking like something out of a fairytale book. We pass quaint little shops selling handmade goods from around the world. I stop to admire a dainty little wooden jewelry box made in Sweden, but Dallas simply smiles and tugs me away.

I pout. “Hey, I was looking at that!”

“You don’t really need it, do you?”

“What do you mean by that?!”

“Don’t take this the wrong way, babe, but you have a history of collecting crap and never actually doing anything with it. It all collects dust inside your apartment.”

He isn’t wrong. There is