Page 67 of Beneath the Blue Moon
“It’s not very hard.”
“Oh?What am I thinking now?”
“You’re thinking that I look spectacular and you won’t leavemy side all night.”
She’s right; that’s exactly what I was thinking.“Very good.”I take her hand and gently kiss the inside of her wrist.She shivers at thecontact.“You look stunning.”
“Thank you.So do you.”
With a slight bow, I present her the jewelry box I’m holding.
“For you, my lady.”
She takes it, her eyes not leaving mine, until she’s flippedthe lid.
“Oh, my God, Ethan!It’s beautiful.Are these…?”
“Diamonds?Yes.Set in white gold.”
The diamonds in the seven-carat necklace graduate in size asthey get to the biggest one in the center.
“Ethan, it’s too much.”
“No, it’s not.”You deserve a million more, and I willgladly buy them for you.
“I can’t accept this.How did you even—?”
“Don’t worry about that,” I cut her off.
I remove it from the box and step behind her to place itaround her neck.She moves her hair to the side so I can clasp it.
“Thank you.”
“You’re welcome.Now, your chariot awaits.”
I take her hand and lead her to the car, watching as shefiddles with the necklace.Abruptly, she stops and tugs her hand from mine,staring at the car in wide-eyed shock.
“What’s that?”
“My car.”
“That’s not a car, that’s—”
“A Lamborghini Veneno Roadster.”
“It’s yours?”she asks in disbelief.
“Yes.”
“Seriously?Did you rob a bank, or am I missing something?”
“No, I didn’t rob a bank, Casey.”
“So, what?You’re a genius billionaire philanthropist whowears an iron suit and fights crime?”
Throwing my head back, I laugh, taking her hand once more.Iopen the door and help her in.
“I’m not Iron Man, either.”
