Page 109 of Protecting Bianca

I narrowed my eyes, scrutinizing his expression. “But?”

“But you said nothing about the furniture.”

“What do you mean?”

“You never said I couldn’t buy you that.”

I smiled. “You bought me the bed?”

He shook his head and laughed. “No. Of course not.”

“Oh.” I felt a little silly at how excited I’d gotten in those few seconds.

“Why would I get you only the bed?”

“I know. I was just thinking—wait…” I stared at him. “What do you mean ‘only the bed’?”

He smirked at something he saw outside my window. “Right on time.”

“What is? Jager, you’re all over the place. Did you buy me the bed?”

“Yes, baby. I did. And the living room set, the kitchen table and chairs, the high-end appliances, washer, dryer…”

“Wh—what…” I stammered. “Are you serious?”

“Take a look.” He nodded at something outside the window.

I crossed the bedroom floor and looked outside. An enormous truck had pulled up to the curb in front of the house.

“Yes. We’ll be down in a minute,” Jager said and put away his phone. “They want to know where they should put the stand-up freezer. In the kitchen or the basement?”

“Stand up… uh… the basement?”

“Good call.”

He grabbed my hand and pulled me toward the staircase. “Watch your step.”

I followed him down and watched as two men unloaded all the furniture that I’d fallen in love with days ago, and thought I would never see for a very long time.

“Jager, I can’t let you do this.”

“Why not? It’s a housewarming present.”

“Which one?”

He smiled. “All of it.” Then his smile faltered. “Oh, you should probably tell them where to set up the pizza oven outside.”

“Pizza oven?”

“Didn’t you tell River at dinner that you’d always wanted one?”

“Yes. Like I’ve always wanted a Mercedes, but it’s something one says.”

“Oh. Shit. Then you don’t want the Mercedes?”

My eyes widened. “Jager, you didn’t”

He laughed. “No. No, I didn’t. I always thought you were more of a domestic car sort of girl, so I got you a Mustang instead.”

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