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“You’re buying me a ring?” I asked, my gaze snapping over to him.
“Yes. I need something to sweeten my offer with, and Tatum and Miles agreed that a ring will do the trick.”
My eyebrows shot upward. “You can’t use my friends against me.”
“Technically, I used my sisters-in-law against you.”
Touché.
“Come on, Brynlee. It’ll be fun.” He lifted my hand to his lips and kissed my knuckles lightly.
“I will have very expensive taste in rings,” I warned him. “This is not a low-maintenance hand.”
He kissed my knuckles again. “Good. The jewelry store rents the building from me, so I’ll look like an ass if you pick out something small.”
Bash did more work for his real estate venture than he did for the government with the vampire-hunting thing, and made a hell of a lot more money doing it. I hadn’t asked him for exact numbers, but it was pretty well known in our friend group that Bash was the richest of the Villins by a long shot. And even the poorest of them was insanely rich, so… yeah.
The bastard probably owned half of Scale Ridge at that point.
“What price should we stay under?” I checked, as he opened my door.
He took my hand, helping me down from the Hummer’s passenger seat. “Whatever you want.”
I flashed him an annoyed look. “I’m not spending as much on a ring as a damn celebrity would, Sebastian.”
“Just pick a ring you love. I don’t care about the price.” He squeezed my hand, and I bit my lip to hide the smile threatening to break out on my face.
He was too good to me sometimes. Way too good to me.
My fingers didn’t fitin the sample size rings, which made Bash growl at the guys running the shop, but I calmed him down quickly. I hadn’t expected that, but it was what it was, even if it was annoying.
We settled for walking around and looking at everything after figuring out my ring size.
As soon as we were back in the Hummer, Bash ordered an excessive number of cheapish rings for me to try on at our house. He wanted me to be able to decide exactly what style I wanted.
On the way home, Bash’s hand settled back on my thigh. “I’m taking you to our cabin this weekend.”
I lifted my eyebrows at him. “Are you inviting your brothers again?”
I’d been to his cabin once before, during what was basically a couple’s trip with me and Bash as awkward fifth and sixth wheels who avoided each other. Zander and Miles had sealed their mate bond, and we’d all celebrated afterward.
“Not a fucking chance.”
His answer made me grin.
He squeezed my thigh. “I like to get out of the city every now and then. How do you feel about that?”
I shrugged. “I like vacations. We haven’t gone anywhere for your job yet, which surprises me a little.”
“I can usually decide whether or not I want to travel. I have enough teams that enjoy it, and they don’t need me,” headmitted. “It keeps me busy, which is why I usually do it a lot. But I don’t need any help staying busy right now.” He squeezed my thigh again. “Or in the foreseeable future.”
“Haven’t you ever heard not to count your chickens before they hatch?” I teased.
“I’ll break these chickens out of their eggs myself if they don’t hatch.”
I snorted, and he couldn’t hide his small grin. “Is there an assload of snow up at your cabin right now?”
“Yup. The resort nearby will be busy.”
