Contract Marriage with My CEO Boss

Chapter 48

Chapter 48

Where are we going?" she asked for the tih time since getting back in the car.

Kate. I told you to stop asking," Kylan repeated for the third time.

She sighed, staring out the window at the passing town. She recognized that they were headed into Downtown Portland. Her eyes followed the many gallenes, shops, and restaurants that lined the narrow streets

Five minutes later, Kylan finally found a place to park along the read, expertly pulling into it at a parallel angle.

Wat here," be msiructed, turning off the car and then stepping out.

she watched him walk around the vehicle and then he opened her door for her, extending his hand to her in his same customary fashion. She smiled, surprised but not put off by his insistence to be chivalrous. Were this a real date, it almost would have melted her heart. As it was, she had a smile on her face that she couldn't quite rid herself of

she took his hand, and he guided her down the sidewalk. A breeze blew nearby leaves around her ankles and she shivered, letting go of Kylan's hand in favor of wrapping her arm around his.

He didn't say anything about it, instead still leading the way wherever he was

taking h

her.

She couldn't help the feelings of contentment that found their way into her body. It was oddly.comfortable, strolling with Kylan along the streets that she grew up wandering. She spent her time gazing up at both the familiar businesses that seemed to of always been there, and the new galleries and shops that sprung up while she was away.

The feeling of Downtown Portland was one she never really forgot, and while she held onto Kylan, she felt at peace. Happy. Calm

It was nice. Domestic, almost, and she wondered idly what Kylan would be like in an actual relationship:

She was pulled out of her day dreaming when Kylan stopped her in front of a shop on a street comer. She looked over the entrance and then a smile, the kind of smile that hurt her face, broke through and she laughed. Giggled, really.

candy shop?" she

then." He put a hand on her lower back

the shop in front of her. Shelves upon shelves lined the colorful store, and the smell was nothing short of heavenly. It was perfect, every kind of candy she could possibly think of already waiting for her to buy. "This is amazing I didn't know this place

only opened a year ago." Kylan informed her, looking at her as she

found this place

in awe.

like the kind of place

anything but what he would personally enjoy spending his time doing. She couldn't help but feel. Weird. But not in an entirely bad way. No,

ham

you, Kylan. Let's pick a few treats, yeah? We need to make sure we bring something back for Oscar as well." She took hold of his hand and pulled

about

Oscar would love these!" She found an oversized bag of normal

end of her tour around the candy shop, she held various bags of gummy candles, sour sprays, and a few bits of chocolate. She was grinning from ear to ear, far more excited for

than she had in months, walking along with Kylan, taking in the different mixture of

herself. He gave

stepped

either a gallery or another shop that caught

the easy conversation flowing with Kylan, mostly biling the gaps by talking

was easy, far too easy, walking with kylan, her shoulders brushing as she held hanels and

was a delicious combination of soup and a sandwich, with Kylan opting for a sandwich and a cup of tea that he openly detested, of course After their meal, they walked some more, with no real destination in mind. She explored a few art galleries then, explaining to Kylan what more of the paintings in the exhibits made

at Kylan thoughtfully, "Can we go walk along the beach, Kylan?" she asked

We'll have to rinse off as soon as we're back at the hotel,

course, God forbid a speck of sand makes its way into the hotel room." She joked with

too seriously, which only made her laugh some

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the waves crest on the sandy shores, she allowed herself to realize how

York, but this. This slower-paced, peaceful way of living. It couldn't be beaten, not