CHAPTER FIFTEEN

Lucas's POV

I couldn't stop grinning like a fool after I hung up with Claire. My cheeks ached from smiling so hard but I didn't care. I felt like I'd just won the lottery, my whole body buzzing with excitement and anticipation.

I tossed my phone on the bed, already thinking about our dinner plans. I wanted everything to be perfect - the food, the ambiance, the company. My two favorite people in the world, all to myself for the whole evening.

Shrugging out of my shirt and pants, I grabbed my cell again and dialed Jason, my personal assistant. He picked up on the first ring, efficient as always.

"Jason, hey. I need you to book a private dining room at the Ritz for tonight. 7pm sharp."

I could hear him typing rapidly in the background. "Of course, Mr. Brookes. For how many?"

My smile widened. "Three. And Jay? Make it the Windsor Suite. I want the works - champagne, roses, the best menu they've got."

"Absolutely sir. Anything else?"

I bit my lip, thoughts turning serious for a moment. "