“No, my big brother. He put me through some shit while we were trying to get it. But all I cared about in the end was owning it, and now it’s yours.”
“It’s such an extravagant gift,” I murmur, my gaze returning to the piece, drinking in all of those kisses on the canvas.
“You gave me something you can never give anyone else, and I wanted to do the same for you,” he admits, his voice low.
Oh God. When he says stuff like that, I don’t know what to do, or how to react.
Now I really want to jump him.
“Thank you,” I whisper, smiling at him when he enfolds me back into his arms. “I’ll cherish it forever.”
“Just like I’ll cherish you.” He doesn’t add the word forever, but I think I know what he means.
A realization hits me and I glance up at him. “Weren’t you supposed to go to your uncle’s house today?”
He shrugs one shoulder. “I came back when I got your text.”
“What?”
“When you sent me that text and it said your dad got you that piece, there was no way I could spend Christmas Eve with my family while your dad was lying to your face.” His expression is fierce. “I had to tell you the truth. In person.”
Rising up, I press my mouth to his, kissing him with everything I’ve got. His lips part and I tangle my tongue with his, until his hands are roaming and I’m whimpering, shoving him away from me.
“We can’t get carried away,” I say, breathless.
His grin is devastating. “Always my good girl.”
My cheeks go warm. “Stop. We’ll take things too far and you know it. I don’t want to break my mom’s trust.”
He runs a hand through his hair, blowing out a harsh breath. “Let’s go and hang out with her then.”
I frown. “You want to hang out with my mother?”
“Sure. We need to get to know each other. And I get the feeling she approves of me. I mean, look what I got you. Pretty impressive.”
Joy flows through my veins and I laugh.
“You don’t mind if I hang out with you and your mom, right?” He raises a brow.
“I want you to,” I whisper, smiling.
“Tomorrow afternoon, you want to come over to my place? It’ll just be me and my parents and brothers. Charlotte won’t be there, which is too bad. I really want you to meet her.”
The tears threaten yet again. He wants me to be with his family. And he wants to spend time with my mother. Oh God, this is serious. “I want to meet her too.”
Of course, it’s serious. He bought a painting that cost him well over five hundred thousand dollars. Maybe even a million. I know he’s a Lancaster and that is probably like, twenty dollars to him, but still.
What he’s done for me is just…no one has ever made me feel so special.
So loved.
“Thank you again for my gift,” I say again, hating how meaningless my words feel. “I absolutely love it.”
“You’re welcome.” The look on his face is one I’ve never seen before, and I wish I could take a photo so I’d have it forever. “Happy Birthday, Birdy.”
WREN
Christmas morning.
My birthday.
I wake up slowly, not wanting to get out of bed and face the day. Not yet. I roll over and crack my eyes open to find the piece of art staring back at me, and I smile.
A Million Kisses in Your Lifetime. That’s what I want. I want someone to promise me a million kisses and more. Someone who will cherish me and love me and only want to see me happy.
And I think that someone is Crew.
I sit up in bed, brushing the hair out of my face as I reach for my phone to see I have a text from him.
Crew: Happy Birthday.
Crew: Merry Christmas.
Crew: I sent you something.
I actually gasp out loud. He needs to stop spending money on me.
I also love how he said happy birthday first.
Me: Thank you. Merry Christmas! Stop sending me gifts.
Crew: Stop telling me what to do.
So grouchy.
Crew: When are you coming over?
Me: I need to spend some of the morning with my mom.
I don’t want my mother to be alone on Christmas. How depressing. My dad? I don’t really care what he’s doing.
Okay fine, I care. I want to be callous and unfeeling, but that’s not my style. I’m still hurt by what he did with Crew’s gift to me. I think he came home late last night, long after I went to bed, and never actually spent Christmas Eve with us beyond the disastrous breakfast, which I know hurt Mom. She didn’t say anything to me about it, and we got dressed up and went out to dinner after Crew left, just the two of us, which was fun, but I know she had her suspicions on where Dad went.
And I think some of them have to do with Veronica, the assistant.
If he’s actually cheating on her, after everything they’ve struggled with lately, I know…
This will be the end of their marriage.
Crew: It’s a low-key day for us. There will be food and my asshole brothers. My parents. My dad is an asshole too, but he’ll be on his best behavior when he meets you.
I love how he calls all of the males in his family a-holes. Sometimes, he acts like one too, ha.
Me: I’ll text you when I’m ready to leave.
Crew: Want me to send a car?
Me: Tell me Peter has Christmas Day off. Please! He deserves it.
Crew: He does. It’ll be someone else driving.
Me: I can find my own way over there.
Crew: No. Let me send a car. I want to make sure you get here safely.
I smile. Why is it when my father does stuff like this, it feels controlling and belittling, yet with Crew, it feels like he’s only protecting me?
Maybe because he believes in me. Tells me I can do things no one else can. When he looks at me, I can see the respect in his gaze. The admiration.
I feel the same way about him.
Me: Okay. Send me a car then. I’ll text you when I’m ready.
Crew: Text me after you open your gift.
Me: I will. Or do you want me to wait? I can bring it over to your house.
Crew: No fucking way. You open it in front of my brothers? They will give me endless shit.
Hmmm. I wonder what it could be.
Crew: Go open it, Birdy. And when you can, text me. Or even better, FaceTime me. I want to see your pretty face.
Me: Okay. I lo—
I backtrack that last statement, deleting it hurriedly. I was about to tell him I loved him. What in the world?
Wait.
There’s no denying that I do love him. I’m in love with Crew Lancaster, and I need to tell him how I feel. Does he feel the same way?
I hope so.
Me: Okay. Give me a few.
I send the text, my heart racing from my realization.