Tara’s POV

Asher drove in and parked at the end of the private access road. A discreet sign read Reserved – Private Event. He killed the engine and turned to me with that quiet, pleased smile he wore when he knew he’d done something right.

I stared out the windshield, then back at him. “A beach?”

He nodded once. “Our beach. For tonight.”

I unbuckled my seatbelt and twisted toward him. “You didn’t tell me it was a beach.”

“I wanted it to be a surprise.”

I chuckled. “If you’d told me it was a beach, I’d have worn lingerie under this dress instead of regular underwear. I’d have packed...