He’s been blowing my phone up all night.
Dick.
DECLAN: Just bring the fucking diamonds back.
Hot tears of frustration fill my eyes at his words, and I drop the phone onto the bed.
Crane stirs beside me, one arm moving to my back as he tugs me in close.
“What’s up?”
I can’t tell him it’s the diamonds keeping me up at night, not when we’ve just got engaged.
“Nothing,” I respond, curling up against him as his breathing steadies.
Burying my face into his chest is heavenly. I thought it would feel strange being with Crane after Declan, but it was easy.
Effortless.
The phone lights up again, and my stomach clenches.
It has to be Declan.
There’s no point in me reading his next text—it will be more anger, and I feel powerless right now.
Instead, I close my eyes and try to sleep, which is hard to do when your heart is hammering against your chest.
My dreams are filled with Declan, a permanent snarl on his face.
You don’t need to be Freud to work that one out.
The following morning, Crane declares that he’s taking me to see his mother, and my stomach flips with nerves.
“What if she doesn’t like me?” I ask nervously, pushing my hands into the pockets of my jeans.
Crane gives me that smile—the one that tells me to shut up and kiss him.
I don’t take much convincing.
He holds my face as he kisses me, pulling me in between his legs as my fingers curl into his hair.
“Sierra. Baby.”
“Baby?” I tease, kissing him once more. “I love that.”
Crane’s hands move to my waist as he chuckles against my lips.
“Huh. I bet you do.”
His mouth moves to my neck, and I sigh, knowing we’ll probably end up back in the bedroom before the hour is out.
“My mom will love you. So get your shoes on and let’s roll.”
Crane stands and slaps my ass as I turn away.
He doesn’t seem to have picked up on my anxiety which is good, because I don’t want to explain myself or anything else when it comes to Declan. Crane won’t hesitate to kick his ass, and Declan won’t hesitate to fight back or press charges.
Both of which I don’t want to happen.
