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I hold her close, inhaling the smell of her shampoo. “You smell perfect to me.”
“You’re lying, don’t be disgusting.” She steps out of my hold and flicks her head behind her. “My car.”
“We can come back and get it in the morning. We have Mason and Nina’s thing tomorrow anyway.”
“What?” She frowns as if she’s not a millionaire with a sprawling estate and holiday home in the South Pacific. “It’ll cost me a fortune to leave it here over—”
“Scar.” I huff out a nervous laugh, shaking my head at her as I cut her off. “Will you shut up and do as you’re told? Just tonight?”
Her eyes go wide, knowing. “Are you going to ask me to be your girlfriend?”
I roll my eyes, turning my back to her. “No.”
“You are.” She rounds me, taking the flowers from my hand and bringing them to her nose. “You’ve got that nervous look. And you never pick me up. You want me to be yourgirlfriend.”
“I don’t.”
“We’ll see.”
I grip her neck, pulling her flush to my body so that I can kiss her. When I eventually drag my lips from hers, everything calms. “We will.”
She purses her lips, looking up at me with a lazy stare. I dust my thumb under her lip. “You had a good day, sunshine?”
Her shoulders drop as she sighs, sinking further into my chest. “Yeah. But it just got a million times better.”
Scarlet
I’d know these roads with my eyes closed. I squeeze Lance tighter, wondering why he’d ride out to the hospital only to bring me right back home.
He pulls to a stop and waits for me to climb off his bike, then he stands and removes my helmet, followed by his own.
“I’m trying to figure out if this was just foreplay, and you wanted me wet from the engine.”
He throws his head back, laughing.
I grin, laughing with him. “I don’t get it. Why couldn’t I drive home?”
“Your car isn’t even at the hospital.”
I frown. “Yes, it is.”
“It isn’t.” He looks past me, tipping his chin at the garage.
I follow his gaze, then step backward, confused. “I don’t get it.”
“You’re not supposed to get it.” He turns me fully, setting me in motion. “Go.”
I roll my lips and walk to the garage, the knot in my stomach pulling impossibly tight. “I really hate surprises, Lance. Dad bought me books every birthday for over twenty years solely so I could avoid the anxiety of it.”
His lip curls. “You could call this the same thing.”
What is he up to?
I reach for the handle and hesitate for only a second before pulling the door up.
My jaw drops.
Sitting in my garage is a brand-new Mercedes-Benz. It’s huge. Like a fucking bus. “What did you do?”
