This makes Isolde frown too. Holding the ring box, she glances up, confused. “But you said months ago we were going to get married.”
“But that wasn’t a proposal.” I told her that while we were naked in bed as she recovered from her gunshot wound.
Isolde tilts her head. “But you said we were going to get married.”
“I would have given you a ring if that was a proposal.” Plus there’d be flowers and butterflies and all kinds of other shit that normally drives me nuts. I am not the type of man to half-ass a proposal.
“Try it on,” Dad advises, motioning to the ring.
“It might not fit,” I caution. “We can get it resized.”
There’s nothing but the honk of a horn out on the street below as we stare at Mom’s ring on Isolde’s finger.
“It’s so pretty,” Isolde murmurs.
I meet Dad’s eyes. He smiles.
And then turns on his heels. “My work here is done. Congratulations, Isolde.”
“Dad, that’s not how we get engaged!”
“So we’re not engaged?” Isolde asks.
My chest feels like it’s been kicked. Her blue eyes are so serious.
“Of course we’re fucking engaged.” The door shuts behind my dad. “I just—I was going to do something better.”
“I don’t care.” Isolde stands on her tiptoes, fisting my shirt in her hand.
Suddenly, I don’t care either.
Her ass lands on the table. I knock her knees apart, getting closer. I need her. The taste of her, the feel of her. The rush of her.
I’m rightfully pissed when my phone vibrates.
“No.” I pull her back to me when she tries to move away.
“Just answer it.”
“I refuse.” I kiss her harder.
She laughs, making me frown.
“We just got engaged, Isolde. I want to fuck you.”
She pats my shoulder and hops off the table. “I’ll be in the bedroom.”
I dig my phone out, growling when I see the caller ID. “What?”
“Nice to hear your voice too.” Ciaran’s Irish accent is not as charming as normal. “Hey, despite asking you several times over the past few months, I don’t suppose you know where the fuck my brother is?”
Fuck me.
Ian Hayes has not quit New York City.
“You know he’s an adult.”
Noise crackles on the other end of the line.
