Page 71 of All About Trust

I scowl at him. “If I say yes, can I have that coffee?”

He scowls back, but hands me the scalding hot mug of black coffee. Ah, okay, there we go. Now what the hell are we talking about? A piano, for me?

“A baby grand?” I grin.

Davey shrugs. “If that’s what you want.”

I want a Steinway. I want a piano like this one. But holy shit, those are expensive. Davey’s pockets are more than deep enough. But as gifts go, a Steinway baby grand is pretty darned extravagant.

“Do you have any idea how much these cost?” I ask.

“Do you have any idea how much your happiness is worth to me?”

You don’t need to buy me a piano to make me happy, I think. I’ve never had a piano of my own. I’ve had no one look at me with such pride and adoration as Davis did while I was playing, either. That’s not true, though. He looked at me that same way when I gave him the tour of the new ice rink at Asgard.

“Kiss me,” I put my coffee mug down. “Kiss me.”

Those sweet lips meet mine and I sweep my hands into his hair and tug him closer to me. “That’s all you ever have to do to make me happy, Davis.”

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