Her brows shoot up. “That bad, huh?”
I shake my head. I can’t talk about this. Not now. Not with her. What I need are answers. I deserve fucking answers.
Back in my bedroom, I grab my phone from my dresser and scroll through my contacts until I find his name. I press call, and wait for him to answer. I grunt when it goes to voicemail. But then, I should have known he wouldn’t have the courage to pick up.
Screw you, Cillian Gallagher.
After the beep, I let him or his voicemail know exactly what I think of him.
Chapter 34
Cillian
“Thanks for coming with me.” I say to Emer, while leaning my forearms on the glass counter of Tiffany’s.
Holding a three-carat princess cut engagement ring, she beams at me. “Are ye kidding? I think I’m as excited as Delaney is going to be.”
“I hope not,” I chuckle.
“I love this one. It’s delicate and bold. Just like her.” She hands it to me.
Rolling the ring in my fingers, I smile. “I think ye’re right. I’ll take it.”
“Do you want me to size it for you?” the man on the other side of the counter asks.
“How long will that take?”
“A couple of days.”
“No.” I can’t wait that long. “I’ll take it as is. She can have it resized later.”
The man nods, and takes the ring and my credit card.
“I’m so happy for ye,” Emer says, wrapping her arms around my chest and hugging me hard.
“I just hope she says yes.”
“Of course, she will. She’s in love with ye.”
“I know.”I do. “But there’s still a lot we have to discuss. I don’t know if she’s willing to give up her life here.”
“And if she’s not?”
I shrug. “Then I guess I’ll be moving to Chicago.”
Emer grins up at me. “Now I know ye really love her.”
“I do.” And I want her to know it. I want to remove any doubt from her mind that I’ll let her go again.
My phone rings, but I don’t get to it on time.
There’s a message.
I press the voicemail button, and smile when I hear Delaney’s voice. “I’m not surprised you didn’t pick up. But this is easier.”
My stomach drops when I hear the anger in her words.
“Cillan?” Emer asks, frowning.