“Nothing?” Declan asks, cocking a brow. “You ran out of here the second you had the chance. Where’d you go?”
“Mind your own business,” I grumble, walking to the closet to slip this little secret behind my suit. I glance at Declan when neither of them speak, then at Boston. They are both staring at me. “Our flight leaves in an hour. Why are you guys sitting here, sniffing your fingers?”
“Because we have an hour to kill before our flight,” Boston says slowly.
I look at Declan just in time to catch his eyes flickering back to the bag. His gaze snaps to mine, and I see his thoughts on his face a fraction of a second too late. I jump toward him, but he’s already up and off the bed, blocking me with his body. I slam into his back, but he’s managed to scoop the second hook from the bar and duck away from me, clearing his own bed before I can spin around and chase him down.
That little fucker has always been way too fast.
And honestly, what’s the point?
I roll my eyes, dropping my hand while Declan tears the zipper down and peers inside.
His brows skyrocket.
Boston is silent beside me, definitely curious.
“Stunning, Fork,” Declan says breathlessly, dramatically placing a hand over his heart. “But I don’t know if green is your colour.”
I give him a bored look. “Every colour is my colour.”
“You already have two green suits,” Boston reminds me.
“Oh, but that’s where you’re wrong, Boss.” Declan grins, dimples popping through his stubble. He pulls the garment bag open, showing Boston the long-sleeved, silk dress inside. “He doesn’t have anything that will show off his legs quite like this.”
Boston glances at me, deadpanned. “Is that what you’re wearing to the engagement party?”
I give him a cold look.
“You bought her a dress?” Declan asks, glancing back down at it. “Why?”
I shrug. “I saw it near one of the shops by that coffee house. It was hanging in the window, I thought it’d look good on her.”
“For the engagement party?” Declan asks.
I nod, and Declan and Boston exchange a look that I hate. Alook like they’re aware of something I’m not. I know what they’re thinking. I’m not fucking dumb.
“It’s nothing.”
Declan swoops his hand inside and lets out a whistle. “Unless twenty-four-hundred dollars isnothing.”
“Two grand?” Boston barks out, his eyes zero in on the dress. “There isn’t even two grand worth of fabric there!”
“It’s nice!” I argue.
“I’m sure that she’ll love it, but that’s not nothing,” Declan says, slowly zipping up the bag.
“I just want her to have something nice. She’d never spend the money on something like that for herself, you know? Plus, she helped me earn my spot back on your wedding roster. It’s a token of my gratitude.”
“A token of your gratitude,” Boston says slowly, nodding. His tone is clear. He doesn’t believe me.
I don’t even believe me.
“Give me the fucking dress,” I snap, and Declan hands it over without question.
Arden’s face falls when I place the bag in her hands. For a moment, I wonder if I fucked up. Maybe girls who aren’t really dating you don’t want nice dresses. Maybe this was too much. But when she pulls it out of the bag and her mouth falls open, a wave of relief washes over me.
She likes it.
