Regina viewed them suspiciously from her perch in the backseat of Cam’s SUV. They topped the hill, and the three guys looked toward the house. She followed their gaze to the vehicles parked outside the garage.
To her astonishment, there beside Hutch’s truck was a shiny, silver RAV4. Her mouth dropped open as the guys’ smiles got even broader.
Cam pulled to a stop but she just sat there staring at the brand-new Toyota sparkling in the sun. Dealer tags still on it.
Then she turned to them and gaped.
“Well, get out and look at it,” Hutch said beside her.
She scrambled out of the backseat and slammed the door behind her.
“You didn’t,” she said. “You freaking didn’t!”
“We did,” Sawyer said smugly.
“Oh my God,” she breathed. “Holy hell.”
She threw open the driver’s door and inhaled the new car smell. The key dangled from the ignition and on the seat was a pile of papers including the manual. She yanked up the top sheet, the title, and saw her name typed in the space for the owner.
She let out a squeal of delight and then turned and promptly pounced. Cam was closest, and she launched herself into his arms.
He laughed as she peppered him with kisses. She wrapped her arms around his neck and squeezed mercilessly. Then she tackled Hutch, who stood there grinning like a loon.
Sawyer was standing away from the other two, and when she started for him, he backed away, hands outstretched to ward her off.
She took a running leap and landed smack in the middle of his chest. He stumbled and then fell, his arms around her. They landed on the ground, her on top, him flat on his back.
He let out a groan about the time she smothered him with a flurry of kisses.
“Are you trying to kill me?” he complained. But his grin told her he didn’t mind at all that he was lying in the dirt with her perched atop him like a mad hatter.
“I love it!” she shrieked. “Oh my God, I can’t believe you guys.”
She kissed him square in the forehead as his hands settled comfortably at her hips, his grip possessive.
Cam and Hutch were laughing in earnest, and Sawyer shot them both glares.
“Felled by a woman half his size,” Cam snickered.
“You could get off me and go look at your car,” Sawyer complained.
She scrambled off, leaving him to pick himself up. She all but danced around the vehicle, inspecting the trim, the paint job and all the nooks and crannies in between.
“How on earth did you get it here?” she asked.
Hutch rolled his eyes. “Uhm, we called the dealer, told him what we wanted and where we wanted it and voilà.”
She sniffed and rubbed her eyes with the back of her hand.
“Ah shit, Reggie, don’t start crying for the love of God,” Sawyer muttered. “We can take it back.”
She shot him a glare. “You don’t touch my car. Oh my God,mycar.” She wanted to pounce on them all over again, and they must have seen it coming because they all backed hastily toward the house.
She rolled her eyes then reached in to grab the keys before following them up to the porch.
“So you like it?” Cam asked.
“Like it? I love it! I was so upset that my other one got destroyed. I saved for that car forever.” Then she frowned as she realized that unlike her other vehicle, she hadn’t paid for this one. They had. They hadn’t even waited to see if her insurance covered the old one.
