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“He loves you, Cillian. Savage considers you a brother and I’m sure that if you refuse this, you’ll insult him and the other guys. I, for one, think this is a perfect wedding gift. We don’t need a toaster or dishes. I already had all that stuff. Wedding bands are very meaningful. It’s a symbol of our lives together,” she said.
“Well shit,” Cillian grumbled. “When you say stuff like that, how can I stay mad?”
“You can’t,” Viv teased. “I’m pretty irresistible and very persuasive when I want to be.”
Cillian chuckled, “That’s true, Love. How about you look around and find what you want and I’ll stop yelling at poor—” Kill stared down the salesclerk and when he made no move to give his name, Viv giggled.
“I think what my fiancé is trying to say is that he’s sorry and he’d like to know your name.”
“Oh—well, it’s John,” the salesclerk admitted.
“Okay, John,” Kill said. “Let’s find my woman a ring and I promise not to yell at you anymore—deal?” John nodded his agreement and led the way over to the case that held the wedding bands.
“They are all so beautiful,” Viv gushed. Watching her weigh her options was pretty damn cute. Kill liked the way she bit her bottom lip into her mouth every time she asked the salesclerk to pull one from the case. She’d look at how much the band cost, make a face and then slip it onto her finger. Kill could tell as soon as she found the one she loved and when she told John to stick it back in the case, the kid looked at her just as baffled as Kill felt.
“Wait a minute,” Kill protested. “You love that one, don’t you?”
“Cillian, it’s too expensive,” she protested. “It doesn’t leave much money for your band. We should split the gift. I won’t hog it.” Kill rolled his eyes and smiled.
“John,” he said. “We’ll take that one and—” he looked over the men’s bands and pointed to a black one that had caught his eye earlier. It was plain and probably didn’t cost very much. It was perfect for him. He’d be able to wear it to work, even when he was stuck under the hood of a car, elbow deep in oil and dirt.
“That one,” Kill said, pointing to the band he wanted.
“No, Cillian,” Viv protested.
“It’s what I want, Viv. I’ve told you that someday, I’d like to open a garage,” he said. Viv nodded.
“Sure,” she said. “What does that have to do with choosing a wedding band though?”
“This material is perfect for a man who works with his hands—especially dirt and grease,” John piped up.
“What he said,” Kill agreed. “It’s perfect for me—just like you’re perfect for me, Viv.”
“Okay, now you’re just saying shit to butter me up and get me to agree with whatever you want,” Viv complained.
“Is it working?” Kill asked.
Viv giggled and nodded. “Yeah,” she admitted.
“Great,” Kill breathed. “Wrap them both up for us, John. I’ve promised my woman some food and then we have to finish shopping. We’re running out of time, Honey. The last thing either of us wants is for Savage to send out a search party.”
“No,” Viv said. “Thanks, Cillian,” she said, going up on her tiptoes to kiss him. “I’m not sure how I got so lucky finding you,” she said.
“Well, Lucky is my middle name,” he teased. At least, he felt lucky as hell for having Viv in his life.
