“They’re gross,” I hear Aiden say to Mac, and I chuckle.
“You’re still taking me out, because I buffed and polished myself within an inch of my life, within the allotted time frame, and now I’m excited to go.”
“It was worth every minute, but there’s something missing.”
“Did I forget mascara again?”
Ry laughs and shakes his head.
“What is it?”
He kisses my forehead and pulls something out of his pocket, and my breath catches.
It’s a blue box. The kind that comes with a white bow and hasTiffanywritten on the top.
“Ry, you don’t have to buy me things.”
“I like buying you things.” He nudges the box toward me. “Open it, Trouble.”
I tug on the bow and then open the box and feel my heart pound at the sight of the gorgeous diamond earrings tucked inside.
“Okay, these are too beautiful to pass up. I’m keeping them.”
He chuckles and takes one out of the box so he can affix it to my ear. “They’re perfect for you.”
They’re pear-shaped diamonds, easily a couple of carats each, and as he fastens the second earring, I can’t help but think that they’d be perfect foranyone.
“Thank you.”
He kisses me, careful not to smear my lipstick, and then I hear Mac say, “Turn and smile at the camera. You guys got all gussied up—we need a picture.”
After posing for a few quick pictures, Ry leads me to the elevator.
“Come on, I have to show my girl off tonight.”
“Where are we going, anyway?” I stop short and hold up a finger. “Hold that thought. Aiden?”
I walk back into the common area and see Aiden poke his head up over the couch.
“Yeah?”
“Be good.” I smile at him. “It’s my job to say that, you know.”
“I think I need to say that toyou,” he retorts, making Mac laugh his ass off.
“I raised a smart-ass,” I say to Ry as I walk back to the elevator. “Okay, now where are we going?”
“I should probably warn you,” Ryker replies as he presses the button for the parking garage. “About six months ago, I bought tickets to this charity dinner thing.”
“And that’s where we’re going?”
He nods.
“What’s the charity?”
“I forget the exact organization, but it’s for kids.”
I narrow my eyes at him. “I don’t buy that. What’s it for, Ry?”
