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Casper looked at the huge yellow bow fixed to the dashboard of his Jaguar. “I love Persephone more. And giving her this car is more than a gesture, it’s giving her my heart and soul. You’d give Lara the shirt off your back if she asked you for it.”
Mal grimaced. “But maybe not my car.”
“Liar.” Casper chuckled, knowing how besotted Mal was with his lovely wife. Luckily, Lara loved Mal equally as much. Casper was hoping that Persy felt the same way about him. “Today is our six-month anniversary, and I want to make it special for her.”
“Really?” Mal grimaced. “I’m not sure leaving her to wake up alone in your bed so you could drive into town and pick up your car is giving off that particular vibe.”
“Fuck, I didn’t think of it that way,” Casper muttered.
Mal grinned. “Don’t do anything until I get home too, okay?” he warned as he stepped back. “And give me a chance to make popcorn so that I can eat it as I watch the show.”
“Fuck off,” Casper told him good-naturedly before Malachi slammed the car door shut to stride over to where his own sports car was parked.
* * *
“I really hope you have a good reason for going out so early this morning.” Sinclair glowered when Casper entered the kitchen where his brother sat with one of his sleeping daughters on his shoulder. Casper wasn’t sure which one because he hadn’t learned to tell the identical twins apart yet. “Because Remy seems convinced Persy is upstairs crying as if her heart is breaking,” his brother added disapprovingly.
“What? No!” He glanced at the ceiling above them.
Sinclair nodded. “Whatever you did, I suggest you go upstairs and grovel, a lot, when you ask for Persy’s forgiveness.”
“You keep Mal down here, then, because the bastard is threatening to make popcorn and watch the shitshow,” Casper muttered when he heard Mal’s car arriving outside. He was already heading toward the door before taking the stairs two at a time to the suite he had shared with Persy for the past three months. The happiest three months of his entire life. And now Sinclair and Remy seemed to think Persy was currently upstairs crying. That didn’t bode well.
A fact that was verified when Casper burst into the suite and Persy looked up at him from where she sat in one corner of the couch, her eyes red and her cheeks wet.
“Persephone?” he groaned, hurrying across the room to take her in his arms when she immediately began to cry harder at the sight of him.
Fuck!
This was not how he had envisaged today going.
He had planned to take Persy downstairs, give her the Jaguar, and then get down on one knee and ask her to marry him. Six months to the day since she had said that’s what she wanted him to do.
Damn it, he’d been counting down the fucking days, more in love with Persy every single one of them. He even had a ring in his pocket.
Persy’s tears didn’t give the impression he was going to need the ring.
But before Casper could do or say anything, Persy rose gracefully to her feet and crossed the room toward him, eyes blazing. “You bastard!” she added as she pummeled his chest with her clenched fists. “You could have at least had the guts to tell me to my face you’ve changed your mind about marrying me, rather than just abandoning me here and leaving me to make that assumption for myself.”
Casper grasped hold of her wrists. “I haven’t changed my mind about anything, and the thing about the word assume is that it—”
“It means you’re a fucking liar!” Persy glared at him.
He winced. “That isn’t how the saying goes.”
“I’m well aware of that.” There appeared to be gold sparks shooting from her eyes. “Well, don’t worry.” She stepped back. “It won’t take me more than ten minutes to pack up all my stuff and move out of here.”
“Over my dead fucking body,” Casper growled. “I love you. I want to marry you more than anything. Come with me,” he instructed when she continued to look unconvinced, keeping a hold of one of her wrists as he pulled her over to the window with him. “Look down there.”
Persy had no choice but to look outside. “You have your Jaguar back,” she observed dully as her anger started to abate and the heartbreak returned. “Congratulations.”
“I have your Jaguar back,” Casper corrected softly. “I wanted to give it to you as an engagement present.”
She swallowed. “An engagement present…?”
He nodded. “And a ring.” He pulled the solitaire diamond ring out his pocket, having thought the no-nonsense setting would be perfect for Persy. “When I still thought you might be going to say yes, of course.”
“You weren’t here to ask me.”
