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I was a little woozy when I first stood, and when I looked too quickly to the side, but it faded pretty quickly.
Detroit threw himself together as I did, and he led me to the freight elevator and toward the kitchen.
Where Raff was standing.
In an apron that must have belonged to one of the girls because it was pink and frilly. A spatula was in his hand.
“I already told her you got it at the diner,” Detroit said with a chuckle as he eyed the plate of French toast.
“Man, come on,” Raff griped. “I was gonna get all the points for this.”
“Despite the fact that there are no pans on the stove, no syrup bottle, a to-go container sitting right on the counter, and the fact that she’s not an idiot?” Detroit shot back, smirking at his club brother.
“You’ve got me there,” Raff agreed, unbothered, as he brought me my plate to the table, then sat down himself with a to-go container of what looked like every breakfast food known to mankind. Still wearing the damn apron, mind you.
Detroit made us coffee, then got another to-go container, and brought it to the table to start eating.
“So, ah, can we give her the last gift yet?” Colter asked, ducking his head in from outside, face a little red, like he’d been out there for a while.
“You ready?” Detroit asked.
Was it so big that it had to be outside?
This was… odd.
“Absolutely,” I agreed.
“Okay. Come sit on the couch and close your eyes,” Detroit said, and I could feel him sit down beside me.
Honestly, I was kind of bouncing with excitement. Whatever it was, I was sure I was going to love it.
But it wasn’t until something very fluffy was put into my lap and itmovedthat I had any clue of just how much I would love it.
My eyes shot open.
And there it was.
A little ball of tan fur with a smushed black face.
A Pekingese puppy.
I couldn’t explain the sound that escaped me then. All I can say was that it was loud and embarrassing. As were the tears that filled my eyes.
“Oh, my God!” I squeaked, hand moving over its soft fur. “You’re so cute! How? Where?” I asked, looking between Detroit and Colter.
“Lucked out and found one just a couple hours away,” Colter said. “Detroit kinda made a throwaway comment about how you’d love a Pekingese puppy. I… made it happen.”
I wanted to tell him that, one day, he would make a woman so incredibly happy. I felt like maybe that would seem insensitive, given that he’d already had a woman and she’d betrayed him.
In time, I was sure he would heal from that. Then find a woman who would appreciate him and all he had to offer.
Until then, I guess I—and all the other club women—got to enjoy his kindness and generosity.
“Is it a boy or girl?” I asked as it sniffed and licked my hand.
“Girl,” Colter said. “Ten weeks,” he explained, smiling at my enjoyment.
I reached out my good arm, grabbing his hand, and giving it a squeeze.
