“You’re really here?” I whispered, still stunned.
He crossed the room. “Becca, are you all right? Did he do anything?”
My hands landed on his chest, feeling the hard muscles under his Henley. The leather scent of his jacket mingled with the warmth of his cologne. “Why are you here?”
He gave me an are you serious look before his hands gripped my shoulders. “Did you think I wouldn’t be?”
“Yes?”
A corner of his mouth curved. “Baby, you honestly think I could go back to not sleeping next to you after the last two nights?” He shook his head. “Fuck, no. It’s you and me. If that means I have to sneak into your house every goddamn night until this is over, I will.”
Tears pricked my eyes. “I really love that answer.”
“Good.” He chuckled.
“Have you been waiting the whole time?”
“No, I got here about ten minutes ago. I followed you to the restaurant, and then I had to run an errand for Trick.” He frowned. “Rook and Bishop kept an eye on you from the security feeds, and Bishop followed you home.”
I’d known they wouldn’t leave me unprotected, but hearing him confirm it made my heart give a happy thump.
And the fact that Rook and Bishop were the ones watching my proposal explained why Court hadn’t busted into Aubergine and killed Eric on the spot.
He leaned forward. “Now can you please answer my question before I lose my shit? Are you okay?”
“I’m perfect now,” I breathed, meaning it. This was what my heart needed. To see Court. To be with Court.
“He didn’t do anything?” he pressed.
I shook my head, still a little dazed that he was actually freaking here.
He sighed, visibly relaxing as his hands slid down my arms to take my hands. And then he froze. “Becca?”
Oh, yeah. Shit.
I followed his gaze down to where his thumb hovered over the engagement ring.
“What the fuck?” His horrified gaze jerked back to my face.
I winced. “Okay, so maybe something happened tonight.”
CHAPTER 34
BEX
“Explain,” Court demanded, his voice a dangerous growl that really shouldn’t turn me on as much as it did. His dark eyes glittered with fury.
“Eric asked me to marry him,” I replied with a shrug, trying to downplay it. “I said yes.”
“What the—”
I pressed a hand over his mouth. “Court, I didn’t really say yes. I only agreed so he wouldn’t think anything was wrong. I couldn’t exactly say, ‘the only reason I’m here is because I’m spying on you for my friends.’”
His jaw clenched, and I worried he might break some teeth. He looked up at the ceiling, and I wondered if he was silently counting to ten. Finally he turned his gaze back to me. “Take that thing off.”
My brows lifted, but I tugged the ring off my finger and set it on top of the dresser near the door.
Court exhaled slowly. “I fucking hate this.”