He removed his hand, licking his finger clean with a sexy grin.
“No panties.” I shivered. “Got it.”
“Where’s your necklace?”
“What?” I reached for the chain at my neck and gasped. “Shit. It must have fallen off. The clasp has been a little iffy lately and I keep meaning to ask you to look at it.”
Cash frowned, reaching behind his neck and removing his. “Here, wear this for the moment. You need to be trackable at all times.”
“But so do you,” I pointed out.
“Humor me for the moment.” He secured his chain with his anchor tracker to my neck. “We’ll get you a new tracker tomorrow.”
“It’s probably in the laundry.”
“We’ll look for it tomorrow.”
“Fine,” I said.
“You ready?”
“Yeah. I’m ready.” I grabbed the purse again. “Where are we going?”
“Nice try,” he said, taking my hand and leading me out to his truck.
“No hints?”
He smiled, helping me into the cab. “No hints.”
“We are going to eat, right?”
“Yeah, baby, we’re going to eat,” he said on a chuckle as he started the truck. “I don’t want you hangry on our special night.”
I let out a quiet snort. “I’m not sure if I like that you know me so well.”
He laughed as he pulled onto the highway. “Liar.”
“Refer to previous statement.”
He reached over and took my hand, giving it a squeeze. “Love you, beautiful.”
“Love you too.”
We drove for about another twenty minutes until I figured out where we were going, and I couldn’t stop myself from jumping up and down in my seat.
“Oh my god, we’re going to Rondan’s?” I chirped.
Rondan’s was the club’s go-to jeweler. Olen Rondan was a man in his fifties who had been taking care of engagements, anniversaries, birthdays, and ‘I’m sorries,’ for as long as I could remember.
Cash nodded. “It’s impossible to surprise you, but yes.”
“Just to be clear, this is a proposal, not a new necklace, right?”
“Baby, I didn’t know your necklace broke until half an hour ago, what do you think?”
I wrinkled my nose. “That’s not an answer, Cash.”
He laughed. “Yes, Turtle, it’s a proposal. Do you want me to ask now, or when you choose your ring?”
