"Ethan" Reagan laughed as he leads her forward with his hands over her eyes, "Where are you taking me?"

"It's a surprise. We're almost there." Ethan whispered into her ear, walking her forward a few more feet before removing his hands, "Here we are." She blinked against the dim lighting as her eyes focused on the room that they were standing in. There were candles scattered about the room, a table with the fancy dinnerware set out in the center. The evening skyline of the city sat behind it all as a backdrop.

Reagan moved forward a couple of steps, completely in awe of what she was seeing. She spun around to face Ethan, "You did all of this?"

He tucked his hands into the pocket of his suit pants, giving a nod of his head, "Do you like it?"

"Like it?" She let out a small laugh, lifting her hand to push her hair back from her face, "No one has ever done anything like this for me before." It was true. In the five years that she had been with Chase she could count on her two hands the number of times that he had taken her out for a romantic evening. It was slightly overwhelming.

He took slow steps towards her as if she were a wounded animal, "Well that's a shame because you deserve someone who will do all of this and more for you, Reagan."

Her heart was beating fast, a lump of emotions building in her throat,"Thank you for all of this. It's beautiful." She couldn't hold his bright eyes without feeling like she was drowning in them. Reagan turned from him with a forced smile, "So what are we having for dinner?"

Ethan came to stand beside her, resting his hand gently on the small of her back, "The plan was Salmon..." Reagan cast a look in his direction, which had him chuckling softly as he urged her forward, "But I can see from the look on your face that you are not a fan of fish. Which is good..." He moved away from her pulling out her chair.

Reagan sat down, allowing him to push her in toward the table. He leaned over her, lifting the cover on the plate to reveal a slice of greasy pizza, "Because we are not having Salmon."

She watched him walk around and take the seat across from her, "You must think you're pretty clever."

Ethan shrugged his shoulders,"It's something I've heard once or twice."

"I'm sure." She grabbed her pizza and took a bite.

Ethan watched her for a moment, before grabbing the bottle of wine and opening it, "Would you like some?" She gave a nod as she chewed, setting her pizza down to hold her glass out towards him.

He poured her a small amount before doing the same for himself,"How much time did it take you to set all this up?" Reagan questioned as she swirled the wine before bringing it her lips for a taste. It was sweet but with a slight sour vinegar aftertaste, it definitely had to be expensive.

Ethan took a sip from his glass, "Don't worry about it. The look on your face when you saw it made me wish I had done more."

Reagan shook her head,"You're incorrigible."

"Definitely."

They both shared a smile before enjoying their dinner in a comfortable silence. After her second slice and a second glass of wine the Ethan chose to pick up the conversation again,"So tell me, why did you and your boyfriend, Sierra tells me his name was Chase...why did you two break it off?" He questioned as he topped off his glass, setting the bottle back down on the table between them.

Reagan met his gaze over her wine glass,"Well that's quite a heavy question for a date don't you think, Mr. Bryant?" She tried to sound teasing but in truth, the subject of Chase was still a sore spot. At times it felt like she was betraying him being with other people, but she had to keep moving forward with her life.

"You don't have to answer the question if you don't want to." He took a sip from his glass.

She let out a sigh, turning her face toward the view of the city, "No, it's a fair question. If we are going to do this..."

"And what is it we are doing? Just so we're clear." She cast a point looked in Ethan's direction, watching as his lips twitched upward into a smirk as he took another sip of his wine. The man was much different outside of the office, more relaxed and devilishly charming.

Reagan rolled her eyes, letting out a breathy laugh, "If we are going to be dating, Smartass." His eyes sparked with amusement but he said nothing more. Her eyes strayed back to the city, "Chase and I, we had different ideas about where our relationship was going. I wanted more and he wasn't ready for that step. I couldn't spend the rest of my life waiting around for him to decide he was ready." It still hurt to admit the truth out loud. A piece of her still loved Chase, still hoped for the future she had dreamed of having with him.

"You still love him." It wasn't a question, it was a statement.

She turned her face, meeting Ethan's sturdy gaze,"I think a part of me will always love him. We were together a long time, made a lot of memories together." There was no reason for her to lie. If Ethan truly liked her as much as he claimed he did then he would have to accept this part of her life, "Does that bother you?"

He was quiet for a moment, studying her in the candlelight,"No. I understand. Do you still want to be with him?"

Reagan shook her head, "I wouldn't be here with you if I wanted to be with him." That was the best answer she could give him for the time being.

Ethan seemed to relax at her response,"Well for what it's worth he is going to be kicking himself later for letting you go."

"I doubt that." She remarked, taking a drink.

"Well, I can only say I know I would."

Reagan swallowed hard, tearing her eyes away from his intense gaze. Her stomach fluttered as if it was filled with a hundred angry butterflies. Suddenly soft music began to float around the room, taking her by surprise. The sound of the chair scraping against the floor had her looking to Ethan to find him moving towards her, setting a small remote on the edge of the table.

She sucked in a sharp breath as he held out his hand toward her, "What kind of date would it be without a little dancing?" He gave her a soft encouraging smile.

"This can not be real. You can not be real." She whispered to him as she placed her hand on his. He closed his fingers around her hand, pulling her to her feet and settling her into his arms. Reagan found herself short of breath, overwhelm by the man holding her and the swell of emotions he was creating in her.

"I can assure you I am very real, Reagan." He whispered into her ear as he swayed them away from the table in rhythm with the slow jazz trumpet. All she could think as she stared into his eyes, the city sparkling with life below them was that this was one hell of a nightcap.