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“And I love my sexy little Daisy, dolled to the nines and being the only man in the room to know what’s beneath that sinfully hot dress.”
“Don’t start dishing out the charm again, or we’ll never get anywhere today. The uber should be here in less than five minutes. I ordered one when I heard the shower stop,” she informed me. Picking up a little black clutch purse from the bottom of her closet, she grabbed a pair of four inch stiletto heels and headed out the door with them dangling from her fingertips.
Shaking my head, I chuckled, because she’d been so close to the truth had she stayed in the room with me a moment longer.
Chapter 8
When we climbed into the back of the Uber, I took her face between my hands and kissed her deeply. Breaking our kiss, Daisy sighed dreamily, and I chuckled.
“Merry first Christmas together,” I mumbled softly. Pulling a small gift wrapped box out of the deep pocket of my coat, I held it in front of her. “I got this made for you in a local jewelry workshop back home.”
“Oh, jeez Jamie, way to make me feel guilty. There I was confessing I hadn’t time to get you anything good, and you’ve only gone and had something made for me. This makes me feel even worse that I failed to take the time to get you anything.”
Ignoring her, I prompted her back to my gift. “This time you can tell by the box it’s not another ring,” I informed her with a grin. Taking her hand, I noted she wore my token of commitment to her, a ring with diamonds in the shape of a Daisy, and pressed her fingers to my lips.
“That's alright, there’s always New Year’s Eve if you’re looking for an occasion to propose.”
Hearing her comment took the wind out of me, and for a moment I thought she’d expected me to propose at Christmas. But then she chuckled, likely at my stunned expression, and came straight back at me.
“You need to pick your jaw off the floor Mr. Fontaine, I was joking.” She giggled lightly and I only knew my chest had tightened when I felt it relax. “We’re nowhere near ready for something that permanent, given we’re still relatively new. There’s also the distance between us, and all the other complicated stuff that’s in our lives.”
I subconsciously sighed. “You can joke Ms. O’Donnell, but it's something that has crossed my mind. Not right now, but in our future. We’ll know when the time is right.”
Pushing the professionally wrapped giftbox at Daisy, she carefully opened the green, clam-hinged box.
A sharp gasp left her throat and she looked from the box to me. Tears pooled in her eyes and she sniffed them away.
“Oh, Jamie it’s exquisite,” she replied, having only had the briefest of glimpses at it before she pressed a kiss to my mouth.
Turning her attention back to her gift, she fingered it delicately, and my heart squeezed at how her attention was more placed at thanking me for it than studying the expensive delicate piece of jewelry I’d commissioned for her.
“You amaze me. This is so beautiful, and it’s such a personal, thoughtful gift.”
Carefully, she lifted the velvet mounting that held a substantial gold necklace in place and gazed with delight at the small, gold mounted, shamrock which was around the size of a dime. The pendant itself comprised of four emerald stones and was inlaid with a small half carat diamond at the base of each leaf.
Handing it to me, she turned, baring her neck for me to fasten it for her.
“Can you put it on for me?” she asked.
I unclipped the clasp and did as she’d requested. Turning back to look at me, she held her fingers over the pendant and smiled.
“I absolutely love it, Jamie,” she gushed again and pressed a kiss to my lips. Pulling back to look at me, her eyes bright and happy, she smiled adoringly. “Do you know the leaves stand for faith, hope, love and the fourth leaves are where the Irish believe they get the luck?”
“No, but I do know it was luck that brought us together, so I don’t need much convincing about that. I can’t believe I was cursing the snow and St. Patrick’s Day, and it led me straight to you. I like the faith and hope in us. I really want us to go all the way, someday,” I told her honestly.
“Didn’t we do that last night… or was I with someone else?” she mocked, taking the seriousness out of my statement. It was a ‘Daisy thing’ to say to lighten a serious topic.
“Gosh, Jamie you’ve turned into the most romantic man I’ve ever met.”
“I’ve never seen myself as a romantic. I think it’s you that’s dragging the Romeo out in me.”
She chuckled and fished her cell out of her bag. Making a quick call, she confirmed her family were en route. After she was done, I called Catrina to tell her Daisy’s parents were on their way.
Thankfully, there was little traffic on the road, so we arrived in Ballsbridge with a minute to spare before her parents got there.
“Da,” my girl gushed as we stood in the foyer when they came in moments after us. Leaving me, she ran toward the tall, strong looking man, who appeared around forty at most. From the tight hug she gave him, it had looked as if she hadn’t seen him in years. A wave of guilt shot through me because I’d spent a few months with her and I hadn’t been introduced.
When she stepped back, my eyes were met with his piercing blue, scrutinizing gaze. I was shocked again by how young he looked. Dressed impeccably in a dark blue suit, contrasting powder blue shirt and a crimson tie, he was a striking looking man with a mop of thick dark hair which framed a healthy tan face.
