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Her hand began to shake. Of course she remembered talking about marriage, but the ring made it seem painfully real. Lyla washed the suds out of her hair, wrapped herself in a robe and ran downstairs. She found Gavin in his office on the phone. He quickly ended the call when Lyla flapped her hand in his face.
“You don't like it?” he asked warily.
“When did you buy this?” she demanded.
“Over three years ago.”
She was so shocked, she took a step backwards. “You bought this... before?”
“Yes, I've been waiting to give it to you for a long time. You like it?”
Lyla eyes filled with tears. “I love it,” she managed before she launched herself at him. She wrapped herself around him and hugged him tight. “You’re sure?”
“Yes.”
She kissed him and pulled back. “We need to tell your dad.”
He grinned. “He might faint.”
“We need to tell him tomorrow... and Carmen. Oh, God.” Just the thought of their reactions made her chest tighten with anxiety.
“Don’t worry about it. Both of them will be happy for us,” Gavin said.
“I know, but... You said you wanted the wedding by the end of the month? How is that going to happen?”
“Money,” he said carelessly and kissed the palm of her hand. “I hope you know what kind of wedding you want.”
“What kind?”
“You know, colors, theme, that kind of thing.”
She nibbled on her bottom lip. “We can’t elope?”
Gavin burst into laughter. The lighthearted sound took away most of her anxiety. She liked seeing him carefree and happy. He was normally way too serious and intense.
“Aside from the fact that Dad would kill us, I want the big wedding.”
“Why?” If it was up to her, she would have a backyard wedding. She didn’t want to be on display, in the papers, gossiped about. Gavin was high profile enough to garner media attention, which she hated.
“I’m only getting married once and we have all the resources to make ours legendary. Plus, I want all of our business associates to attend.”
“How many guests are we talking?” she asked warily.
“I don’t know. My assistant gave some numbers to Armand, the wedding planner. You have an appointment to meet him by the end of the week.”
“Pushy.”
“Verypushy,” he agreed and tasted her lips. “By the end of the month, you’ll be Lyla Pyre.” His eyes glinted with hunger. “You ready for that, baby girl?”
“No.”
“Too bad.” He softened his words by kissing her again. “I have to take care of some business and then we can eat dinner. The cook is making something. Ten minutes.”
Lyla unwrapped herself from him and hurried out of the office. She finished her shower and then paced the room as she dialed Carmen who picked up on the fourth ring.
“Hey, girl,” Carmen puffed.
Lyla paused. “Did I catch you at a bad time?”
