Page 65 of The Proposal
“Did you say yes?” she asks. “Wow. I think I have a breeding kink.”
I put a hand on my stomach to try to steady myself. “Well, good for you. But I don’t.”
“Well, if your marriage doesn’t work out, and he wants to—”
“That’s my husband you’re talking about.”
She laughs, unable to keep her amusement to herself. “I’m kidding, I’m kidding. But, seriously—he suggested that?”
“He did. I didn’t take him up on it, exactly.”Although… “But I did agree to do the whole wife thing until this blows over and he makes nice with the Royals.”
“Three months?”
“Yup. Ninety days.”
“Wow. Okay. I wasn’t expecting this turn of events, but I can’t say I don’t like it.”
Yeah, well, me either.“I expected to be a little more … I don’t know … nervous about it. Weirded out, maybe. Unsure. But so far … so good.”
She sighs. The sound of the chair in her living room squeaks. “I expected to be a little more unsure about this too. But it makes sense in an odd sort of way.”
“Right? I mean, this isn’t what I had planned, but what’s three months? It could be fun.”
“Oh, Blakely. It could bea lotof fun.”
I yawn again. “Right now, I don’t have enough energy to be fun. I can barely keep my eyes open. I’ve lay down on the patio, and I’m not sure I can get back up.”
“Okay. Go. Get some sleep so you can have all the fun and report back to me.”
I chuckle. “Sure.”
“Call me if you need anything.”
I nod. I want to tell her about the house and Foxx, and I want to tell her to let Brock know I’m okay. But she says goodbye, and the line goes dead before I can.
And then sweet, sweet sleep covers me in its warm embrace.
CHAPTER14
Renn
“Here you go,” Foxx says, slipping me a small pink box. “Need anything else?”
“Nothing you can give me.”
Foxx gives me a look—a warning not to waste his time. It’s always funny when he acts this way since I’m paying for his time.Shouldn’t I be able to waste it? Maybe on mere mortals. Foxx Carmichael is one tough motherfucker, and when you’re that much of a badass, you make your own damn rules.
“Thanks, Foxx.”
He nods and closes the door behind him.
Blakely is still in the bedroom, finishing her manicure and pedicure. Bianca suggested a little pampering for my new wife, and Astrid arranged for a nail technician to arrive after Blakely’s nap. It took everything I had not to bother her while she slept. Lucky for her, I had a lot to get done … includingthis.
I open the box with theSiggylogo drawn in a delicate white script. Inside is a light pink diamond ring with two baguettes on either side. Surrounding the stones is a ring of smaller diamonds that trails down the platinum band. A tiny emerald is embedded on the side, a trademark of the high-end jewelry boutique that my mom and sister love.
I haven’t seen the ring in person until now. The plane left the hangar in Tennessee, made a quick stop in Savannah to pick up the ring and Foxx, and then jetted to Las Vegas. Foxx locked it in a safe, and I didn’t get a chance to look at the most expensive piece of jewelry I’ve ever, and probably will ever, purchase.
It’s worth it, though. Or, it will be if she loves it.
