This Adam was the first guy she’d even considered dating, which was a huge and exciting step.
“I’m proud of you for giving this a shot,” I said. “And if it doesn’t work out, don’t worry. You’re hot as hell. You’ll find someone new.”
She sighed dramatically. “I know, I know. Being this hot is almost a curse though, you know? So many guys want me.”
“But you’re all mine.”
She laughed and I sat up, stretching my back as the door opened and Cam came inside. He glanced at me and his face lit up, then he nodded at Sasha.
“I figured I’d find you two here,” he said.
“How’d you know?” Sasha asked.
“You’re always here,” he said, walked over to me, and kissed me. “How do you feel?” he asked softly.
“I feel good,” I said, touching his cheek. “And how’s my Capo?”
“Your Capo’s killing it out there,” he said. “Excuse my bad pun, but you know.”
He wasn’t kidding. The Valentino family had finally ended its war with the Healys, and they were prospering. Money flowed in faster than we knew what to do with it, and Don Valentino had to help all his guys in laundering their illegal cash. It was a very good problem to have.
“My Capo’s a prince,” I said.
“I actually have something to show you,” he said, glancing at Sasha. “Should I do it now?”
Sasha shrugged. “I think so. Why not?”
“All right then.” Cam held out his hand to me. “Come on.”
“What’s going on?” I asked as Cam helped me up.
Sasha looked at her nails, smiling. “Nothing,” she said. “I should get going.” She jumped up.
“Oh, god,” I said as Cam steered me toward the stairs. “I’m genuinely afraid of what you two did.”
“It’s a good thing. Bye, sweetie!” Sasha slammed the door behind her.
“Trust me,” Cam said. “You’ll like it.” He led me upstairs and into the extra bedroom. It was sparsely furnished, since it was about to become a nursery, only a crib and a dresser. We needed to get more stuff but the whole thing seemed so daunting.
Cam close the door then led me over to the crib. “Stand here,” he said.
“I feel like you’re about to put me down or something,” I said.
He walked over to the closet. “Close your eyes,” he said.
“Absolutely not. What is happening right now?”
He shrugged, opened the closet, and took out a long dress bag. He held it up then slowly unzipped the front.
I’ll admit that I was more than a little nervous. Cam had great taste in clothes for men, but he wasn’t exactly a fashionista when it came to women. If he bought me something to wear, I was genuinely terrified that it would be either tacky or way, way too revealing—since that was what he liked on me in private.
But what came out took my breath away.
It was a long, white wedding dress. The skirt was gossamer and tulle, so light it almost hung suspended in the air. The bust was silk and lace, cut exactly the way I wanted it.
“You didn’t,” I said softly, staring up at him.
He grinned massively. “I absolutely did,” he said. “Sasha told me you were gushing about it, so I made some calls.”
“Cam,” I said, jaw dropping. “That’s a twenty-thousand-dollar designer dress. I can’t even believe it’s in the house right now.”
He shrugged and held it up like it was just another dress instead of worth the price of a car or something like that. “You’ll have to get it tailored,” he said. “We’ll find the best person in the city to make the alterations. But I thought you’d like it.”
I stepped forward and touched the fabric gently like I was afraid it would disintegrate into ash under my unworthy fingers. It was smooth and gorgeous, each stitch measured and perfect.
I first saw it in a magazine and fell in love. I’ve never been a big wedding girl—never really thought about it and always assumed marriage would never happen for me. But as soon as I saw that dress, I fell head over heels and couldn’t stop gushing.
It was modern and traditional and perfect, all at once. And Cam had spent a fortune to get it for me.
“There are only two of them in the whole world,” I whispered. “Do you know who has the other one?”
“Some actress,” he said, shrugging like it was no big deal. “It’s yours now if you want it.”
“Of course I want it.” Then I stopped and stare at him. “Does this mean you want to get married?”
“Absolutely,” he said, zipping the dress back up, then knelt down on one knee.
I covered my mouth with both hands. “Cam.”
He opened a small black box and showed me the ring. It was massive—must’ve been worth ten times as much as that dress. It was obscene, and he slipped it down my finger with a soft grace that set a lump in my throat.