Page 79 of Chasing Storm
The warmth of love hangs in the air, a palpable energy that can be felt by all. Thatcher and JP sit on either side of me, and Josh opposite. With his blue eyes twinkling, Thatcher reaches for a single white rose from the centre of the table, a symbol of their affection. With shaking fingers, I bring it closer to my face, inhaling its sweet scent.
“This is perfect,” I murmur.
“Would this have won you over?” Thatcher asks with a soft smile.
I pretend to ponder his question, narrowing my eyes as I think it over. “Hmm. No.”
JP chuckles at my response before offering me a small box with a mischievous glint in his eye. “How about now?”
I shake my head, feeling overwhelmed by their gesture. “No, you didn't have to do that.”
His mouth curves into a grin. “We did, so suck it up, buttercup and open the box."
I release an exasperated sigh before slowly taking the box and opening it to find a beautiful necklace with a heart-shaped diamond charm hanging from it.
“Wow,” I murmur, lifting it so that the facets twinkle in the candlelight. “This was not…necessary.”
“Don’t you like it?” Josh asks.
“I love it,” I exclaim. “But it’s too much.”
JP takes my hand and kisses my palm. “Anything for you, princess.”
“You are wicked.”
“But we are turning your head, and that was our devilish plan.”
“Arseholes,” I murmur with deep affection, tears springing to my eyes.
Laughing at each other, JP rises. I scoop my hair over my shoulder so he can clasp it around my neck. I pick up the diamond and admire it.
“The night isn’t over,” Josh says. “After this, we have one more stop to make.”
“You have to tell me,” I complain. “I don’t want someone jumping out at me, or worse.”
“We are going toelite,” JP replies. “We are going there because it is the hub of our little community, and I wanteveryoneto know that we are yours, you are ours and that the three of us are off the market for good.”
I blink, taking that in. As far as announcements go, they’ve pretty much nailed it. “But didn’t the viral video of you singing to me accomplish that?” I’ve watched it, along with hundreds of thousands of other people. I do not look my best. I wish they’d warned me.
“No, you didn’t give us a straight answer,” Thatcher says. “Thisis a statement.”
“It’s definitely that,” I murmur. “You ready for this?”
JP’s steady gaze meets mine. “Are you?”
“I asked you first.”
He presses his lips together, trying not to laugh. “Oh, we are more than ready, princess. We cannot wait.”
“Then neither can I. Let’s go.”
We climb into a taxi for the short drive toelite. It is buzzing already, and it’s only 8PM. The loud music thumps through the doors.
I aim for the back of the queue, but JP grabs my hand. “VIP, princess.”
He leads me to the front of the queue, where there is a small line consisting of two people waiting to get in. The Doorman lets them in and then us, to the complaints of the waiting club-goers in the not-so-VIP queue.
“Fancy fucker,” I mutter, but draw JP to me to give him a kiss.
