I lean back, pulling on my seatbelt.
“Lilac.”
Declan arches a brow as the car speeds off, shaking his head.
“Lilac, huh?”
“Yep.”
“You’d look insane in any color, Sierra. Dad’s asked us to go to dinner tomorrow at the country club.”
I suck in a breath, my heart sinking as he squeezes my thigh.
“I know.”
“I hate him, Declan.”
Declan winces.
“Hate is a strong word....”
“Yet entirely relevant in this case.” I huff. “He's a chauvinistic dick.”
“My father has connections at the district attorney's office,” Declan mentions casually, his tone shifting. “Sometimes it pays to know people in law enforcement.”
The comment feels odd, and something cold settles in my stomach. “What does that have to do with dinner?”
Declan hides a smile, knowing full well how I feel about his prick of a father. “Nothing. Just saying.” He squeezes my thigh. “I know you hate him, but maybe I can make it worth your while...”
“Mmm?”
Declan chuckles, tapping the glovebox in front of me.
“For you.”
I arch a brow at him but lean down to slide it open.
There’s a long velvet box nestled beside short-stemmed pink roses, and I can’t help but grin.
“You aresoromantic.”
“It’s all you, beautiful.”
Opening the box exposes a stunning diamond cluster necklace, and I gape at Declan.
“Declan…”
“Don’t say you’re not worth it, Sierra.” Declan raises my hand to his lips, kissing it softly. “I’d spend all of my money on you if you’d let me.”
This necklace must be worth thousands.
“I can’t take this from you.”
Declan shakes his head.
“If you don’t, I’ll throw it out the window.”
I know he will too; he’s crazy like that.
