That’s hot. Like really hot. I lick my lips as I
think about how good she’d look spread out on the table for me.
“Ow,” I say as she
smacks me on the chest.
“Focus. I’ve known
you for half my life. So, I’m saying you’re worried, but you
shouldn’t be. You know what I love, and you left the interiors for
me.”
“You love it?
Really?”
“I do. It’s a
perfect second home. I mean, if it’s a second home.”
“It is. I’m not
looking to leave my family and friends or take a lesser role with the
company. I figured we could spend summers there, though.”
“That would be
wonderful. You’re wonderful. My present sucks in comparison.”
“I liked the
sucking.”
She rolls her eyes
before smacking me again. “Does your mind ever leave the gutter?”
“With you around? No.
I can’t say that it does.”
“I guess I should be
glad you still want me.”
“Always. Oh, and the
plans aren’t all I’m giving you.”
“Seriously, Ry?”
“Whose mind is in the
gutter now? I meant that I have something else planned as a gift. Can
I have mine now?”
“Yes,” she says
sheepishly. “But now that I know there’s something else, I feel
even more inadequate.”
“I’ll love whatever
you give me, so stop it with the crazy talk. No part of you is even
close to inadequate.”
She reaches into her
big purse and hands me a long box. I open it to see several pairs of
cufflinks that have a griffin with a butterfly on its nose on them.
Just like the glass sculpture I had made for her years ago. I don’t
know what she was worried about. There’s some for every occasion
and they’re perfect.
“They’re amazing,
sweetheart. I’ll have to go buy some more French cuff shirts so I
can wear them every day.”
“That’s part of
your present. I had a bunch made for you in all the colors you like.”
“Seriously? You are
the best wife ever.”
“I love you, Ry.”
“I love you too,
Chlo.”
I pick her up and carry
her back to bed. To go to sleep. She’s surprised when I say that,
but I tell her we have to get up early for her other present. She
grumbles a little, but I promise her she’ll like it. We fall asleep
like we normally do, with her head on my chest and my arms around
her. Perfect.
When we pull up to Mood
the next morning, Chloe turns to me with her eyes sparkling. “You’re
taking me to Mood? Are you going to buy me a ‘Thank you, Mood’
t-shirt?”
“If you want,” I
tell her with a laugh.
“Of course I want.
You know how much I love Project Runway.”
“I do.”
I can’t wait to walk
inside and have her see her real present. We’re not just here so
she can see the store. She practically runs inside and then comes to
a stop.
“Hi, Chloe,” says
her favorite designer from the show.
“You know my name?’
“Breathe, Chlo,” I
tell her with a laugh. “He’s here to design a few dresses for
you. He’ll show you all the sketches and then you’re going to
pick the fabrics.”
“Really? How did you
do this? I mean, I know you can do pretty much anything, but this?”
“Stella helped with
this, and Darcy helped with what comes next. Now go have fun while I
get the rest of your present. Oh, and you can pick the sketches you
like best or have them all. Whatever you want.”
She pulls me in for a
sexy and passionate kiss in the middle of the store. There’s some
clapping when we pull apart, and I leave with a smile. I owe Stella
big for this. I probably could’ve done it myself, but her
connections made it so much easier.
Darcy’s waiting for
me outside of the jewelry store. I give her a hug and we walk in. One
of her missions was helping find out which employee was stealing from
this store and then upgrading their security system. She arranged for
them to make a custom piece for me this week, even though they were
swamped.
“Hello, Mr. Griffin.”
I shake the owner’s
hand. “Please call me Ryan. And thank you for squeezing me in.”
“Anything for