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A big, brand-new, bright red truck was parked next to my old one with a huge bow on top.
“Oh, my God. You are a fool if you don’t think that man loves you,” she said, whistling afterwards.
“That bastard.”
“What?”
“He thinks he can buy me. He’s a goddamn fool if he does. It’s not staying. Period. Fuck him.”
“Girl. Isn’t it possible that you’ve set your standards just a tad bit too high? Or maybe you’ve… fucking lost your mind.” She raised her voice, which was something she rarely did. She pulled next to the new truck with a hard stop, slamming on the brakes with enough force I was pitched forward against the seatbelt.
“You don’t understand.”
“You’re right. I don’t.” She threw open her door, grabbing something from the backseat.
“What are you doing?” I asked after I climbed out, hating myself for feeling like a giddy little girl inside. No one had ever done anything so nice for me.
“I brought wine and we’re going inside where I’m going to talk some sense into you.” She slammed the door, stomping over toward the new truck, rubbing her hand down the hood. “It’s gorgeous. Look at this baby. I can tell it’s fully equipped. Do you know how much this cost?”
“That’s the point. It comes with strings,” I said as I climbed out.
“What strings? Love? Passion? You really do have a screw loose. Come on. We’re going inside and I’m not taking no for an answer.”
“Fine.” I’d never seen her this riled up. As I grabbed my keys from my purse, I took another quick look at the truck, the butterflies in my stomach having a field day. It was gorgeous but I had to keep my resolve. No way was I going to be bought by anyone. To hell with him.
The man you love? The man you’d like to spend the rest of your life with?
The little voice had driven me crazy all day. I couldn’t stand it any longer. I didn’t love him.
Liar. Liar. Pants on fire.
I growled with enough gusto Megan glared at me all over again. I jammed my key into the lock, still grumbling. She pushed her way inside while I took one last look, trying to figure out what to say to him when I returned it.
“Oh, my God.” Megan’s exclamation had me turning my head slowly.
When I walked in, I was so dumbfounded I could think of nothing to say.
“He’s been busy today,” she whispered, moving further into the center of a room I no longer recognized. As she spun around in a circle, I could see the huge smile on her face. “This is crazy.” She raced down the hallway, heading from one bedroom to another. “You have to see this. Everything is new. And my God, the number of toys in Britta’s room is amazing.”
“This is reprehensible.” There wasn’t a single piece of furniture that I recognized, the leather furniture exactly what I would have chosen, the coffee table something straight out of a magazine. The big screen television was nestled on a bookshelf full of movies and books. I was stunned.
And furious.
“You need to check yourself, girl,” Megan said as she flew into the kitchen, opening one cabinet door then another, ending with the refrigerator. “I knew it.”
“What?”
“He stocked your pantry and fridge with food. There’s wine and ice cream and meats. Breads. And new dishes and pots and pans. How did he manage to do this in a few hours?”
I was stunned, so much so I had no idea what to think or how to react. Why would he do this? Why? I was shaken to the core, my mind shifting between feeling like a princess and hating him. This was crazy. This was unacceptable. This was…
“That’s what happens when you’re rich. I want nothing to do with this horrible nightmare. Everything has to go back.” I noticed the paperwork for the truck and the keys on the brand-new kitchen table. There was also a card. I stood staring down at it, uncertain what to think.
But I knew exactly what I needed to do.
“I need to borrow your truck,” I told her.
“Why?”
