MiaThe words made Mia's entire body seem to tingle. “I want you, too,” she replied.He smiled, then pulled back a little bit. “I do have one last surprise for you this evening,” he said.He turned and put his hand back in his pocket as if he was going to make a phone call. Mia grabbed his tie and pulled him back in for another kiss, and he pulled his hand out of his pocket. “It'll have to wait,” she whispered into his ear.“Yes, ma'am,” he said with a smile. She put her hand on his chest and kissed again, feeling his heart rate increase as she became more assertive. This time, she leaned toward him, and as she moved her hands to his sides, she made sure to catch his suit coat and move it off his shoulders, letting it fall to the floor.Carter's hands moved to the bottom of his shirt, where he began to undo his buttons, all while still kissing Mia. When he got to the top of his shirt, he began to loosen his tie. Again, Mia grabbed his tie and stopped him. “Keep it on,” she said, surpr

MiaForty-eight hours in heaven. That's what the weekend was to Mia. It was bliss. She'd never had a weekend so relaxing, revitalizing, or amazing. She hated that it was over because she never wanted it to end. She never wanted this alone time with Carter to end.The plane started to descend as they came in for a landing. Mia had never noticed before, but the empty field behind the ranch house was actually a runway. Not having to go to the airport was definitely a perk to dating a billionaire. Mia held Carter's hand, wishing they could just stay up in the air forever. It wasn't Vegas that she was going to miss, it was having him all to herself.He'd showed her Vegas as only a billionaire could. They'd eaten the most amazing food she'd ever had in her life from beef Wellington to sushi to gourmet chocolates. They'd gambled at the high roller tables with celebrities. Carter told her most of it was comped, but she didn't even want to know what their spending had been.The best part was t

CarterCarter sat in an uncomfortable office chair, playing on his phone for the twenty minutes while he waited for Mia in the bathroom. He spun around in lazy circles, doing his best to distract himself with emails and phone games, but his mind kept going back to Mia.She was something special. He'd never met anyone like her, and even what he had planned for her today wasn't enough. He wanted to help her fulfill her dream. He wasn't quite sure how to go about it, but if anyone could figure out how to make something work, it was Carter Williamson.He looked up as the bathroom door squeaked, and Mia stepped out. It was worth the wait. It always was with her.His eyes went up and down her body not just once, not twice, but three full times. He didn't even feel guilty about staring. She was absolutely stunning. The gold dress fit her perfectly and made her look like a movie star. Her brown hair was curled up and pulled into a complicated looking knot at the back of her head. He wanted to

MiaNine hours later, Mia's feet hurt so badly she could barely walk, but she didn't care. She barely felt it. She was on top of the world. She couldn't stop smiling, even though her face ached. She was fairly sure she wasn't going to stop smiling for at least the next week.“I had a wonderful time with you tonight,” James told her as he walked her out of the theater. She held onto his arm less for stability and more because he was half carrying her. Mia and high heels were not friends.“Thank you so much, James,” Mia told him. “I don't know how I would have done it without you. You sure know how to work a crowd.”James grinned. “That's why Carter pays me the big bucks,” he told her. “Here's your ride home.”He brought her to the side of a long black limo. The street was quiet since everyone else had long ago gone home. Not even the bars were open anymore.“Thank you again,” she said as the driver came around to open the door for her. “And thank you for donating, too. It means the wor

MiaMia sat at the kitchen table of the ranch house, sipping hot chocolate and watching the clouds dance across the mountains. It was a cold, gray late October day where the sky kept threatening rain or snow but never delivering. She didn't feel well, so she was taking it easy while the kids worked in the barn. She hoped she wasn't coming down with a cold or the flu, but she'd never felt this tired in her life. She had never realized just how much energy it took to breathe before.Carter waved to her from the front yard as he came in from the garage. She smiled and felt her heart warm. She still couldn't believe how successful the fundraiser he'd given her was. They'd raised more than she'd ever dreamed possible and it was making her rethink her dream of starting a foundation. If she could plan another fundraiser like that one, her own foundation to help foster kids wasn't such a pipe dream.The door to the kitchen opened with a blast of frigid air. Carter stomped his feet outside and