I heard them both chuckle. “All right, where you thinking?” Graham said as Hunter interrupted.
“Take that woman on a cruise. That will blow her mind.”
“I agree, but too public. Somewhere warm, private. Caribbean, maybe. She deserves to get away from all the chaos for a while.”
“She’s lucky to have you, man.” I heard Graham typing away on a keyboard.
I smiled. “Nah. I’m lucky to have her.”
“Sent you a link to a resort. And Hunter’s on the phone with the dealership. Let us know if you need anything else.”
I stoodin the dealership parking lot, arms crossed, admiring my latest purchase with a satisfied smirk. The sleek Range Rover Velar sat gleaming under the afternoon sun, its deep midnight blue paint job shining like the ocean at night.
It was perfect for her.
The final touch? A massive red bow placed dead center on the hood. It was a little cliché, but I really liked the idea of making the moment feel special.She deserved it.
My phone buzzed in my pocket.
Tate
On my way home. Where are you?
I couldn’t help the grin that took over, tucking my phone away. It was time to execute my plan, and I could only hope she would love it. No one had ever spoiled her like this, and I was so honored to be the man to do it.
By the time Tate walked through the front door of her condo, I was waiting for her, sitting on her couch watching the news, trying to play it cool. She had given me a key the moment we had gotten hers so I could come over anytime I wanted. I had given her one to my penthouse as well.
“Hey, baby girl,” I greeted, getting up to press a kiss to her soft lips.
She sighed into the kiss, her fingers curling into the front of my shirt. “Mm, what’s with the smug look?”
I chuckled, stepping behind her and gently placing my hands over her eyes. “I got you something today.”
Tate stilled. “Griffin…”
“Trust me.”
She let out a soft laugh but didn’t resist as I carefully guided her out of the condo and down toward the parking garage. “This better not be something ridiculous,” she teased. “You’re not the type to prank me, but if I open my eyes and see a pink bicycle, we’re breaking up.”
I barked out a laugh. “Noted. No pink bicycles. What about blue?”
She giggled and shook her head, her laugh bouncing off the parking garage walls.
When we reached the right spot, I stopped, letting my hands linger a second longer before whispering, “Okay, open.”
Tate’s eyes fluttered open, and her breath caught in her throat.
“Oh my god.”
Her hands covered her mouth as she took in the brand-new SUV sitting before her, the giant red bow looking almost too big against the sleek hood.
“No. No way,” she breathed, turning to look at me, her wide eyes shimmering with emotion. “Griffin, tell me this isn’t what I think it is.”
I slid an arm around her waist, pulling her trembling body against mine. “It’s all yours, baby girl.”
Her lips parted, but no words came out. She looked between me and the car as if waiting for the punchline of a joke that wasn’t coming.
“You bought me a car?” She finally managed, her voice cracking.
