Beauty from Pain(93)

“I’ve been at it all day, so I’m ready to call it quits for the night.” I get up from the bench. “Dinner’s ready. Would you like to eat now?”


“Only if you’re joining me.”


I walk to the doorway to kiss him. “I’ve joined you every night for two months. I’m not stopping now.”


I fill our plates with salmon and rice pilaf while Lachlan chooses a vintage, and then we meet at the informal dining table. He pulls my chair out for me and pours my wine. It’s one of the many routines we’ve developed after living together for eight weeks.


“Do you remember me telling you I wanted to take you to Sydney a while back?”


“Yes, and you have tickets for the opera.”


“That’s right. Madama Butterfly. It’s this weekend and I still want you to come with me.”


“I’m in, but I have to warn you—I’m no fan of opera. I don’t understand it.”


“Honestly, I’m not a huge fan myself, but these tickets are a gift from one of my customers in Sydney. They’re balcony seats and I’m afraid he has the tickets for the other seats and will know if I don’t show.”


“You’re so considerate.”


“I’m not being considerate. I’m being business-minded. I don’t want to insult him and lose his account.”


“Well, then, you’re being considerate in your business-mindedness.”


He laughs at me. “Business-mindedness. Say that fast ten times.”


“No, it was hard enough to say it once.”


“The trip won’t be a total bust. We’ll do the opera on Friday night and then I have other plans for us.”


“Like what?”


“I’m not telling you. You’ll have to wait and find out on Saturday, Miss Beckett.”


I’m wearing a fitted black cocktail dress and a stole with a pair of tall heels. Devil shoes. That’s what I call them because they’re going to hurt like hell if I walk much in them. But damn, they make me look great, and that’s what I want—to be beautiful for Lachlan, even if it’s painful. I can stand the hurt.


I’m in front of the mirror fastening my diamond pendant around my neck when Lachlan comes into the bathroom. “You’re missing something.”


I inspect myself and take inventory. I don’t know what he’s referring to, but I take the opportunity to mess with him. “How did you know I wasn’t wearing panties?”


His eyes widen and so does his smile as he reaches for the hem of my dress to assess the situation. “You’re not? Well, that happens to be very convenient.”


I swat his hand. “There’ll be none of that until later. What am I missing?”


He pulls a black velvet box from the inner pocket of his jacket. “This.”


I look at the box sitting on his opened palm. “You spoil me, Lachlan.”


“And you love it. Admit it.”


I roll my eyes at him. It’s not that I don’t love being spoiled by Lachlan. I do, but it makes me uncomfortable when he gives me expensive gifts. Anything housed in a jewelry box is going to cost big bucks.


It clicks as he pops its top and I see a pair of diamond solitaire earrings—big ones. I reach out and touch them. “They’re beautiful.”


“They are, but you’re more beautiful.”


He always tells me that. I wonder if he said that to the others.


“What’s wrong?”


“Nothing’s wrong.” I hold out my palm, grinning. “Give me my new earrings so I can put them on.”


He takes them from the box and places them in my hand one at a time. I tilt my head to the side so my hair falls out of the way while I put the first solitaire in. Damn, it’s even bigger in my ear. I wonder how many carats these are? No doubt a lot.


After I put the second one in, I hold my head upright and Lachlan tucks my hair behind my ears for inspection. “Even if minor, diamonds always have some imperfections, but you make these perfect.”


“Thank you for the earrings and the compliment.”


“My pleasure. Are you ready to go?”