“Yes,” she says, placing her hand in the crook of mine.
I guide her out of the house and out to my car, ignoring her bodyguard even as she tells him he doesn’t have to worry she’s with me. I don’t miss the way he tenses up and goes on the offensive every time he sees me.
We get to the little café I like to come to when I’m in town. Putting our order in, we go take a seat at a table on the patio.
Before the waitress can bring our coffee to us, a man in his twenties comes up to our table and hands a napkin to Olivia. “Hey, gorgeous, I haven’t seen you in here before.” He chuckles.
Pissed, I take the napkin to find it has the guy’s number on it. “Hey, fuckface, you see I’m trying to enjoy the morning with my fiancée?” I quip. It’s not like I wasn’t already sitting across from Olivia, holding her hand. This asshole must have a set of balls on him.
“Fiancée? I don’t see a ring on her finger. Means she’s a free agent,” he snickers.
“I don’t think so, asshole. Her ring is at the jeweler’s, and I’m sitting right fuckin’ here, now back the hell off before I put a bullet between your eyes,” I snarl, standing from my seat. Olivia doesn’t say anything as she stands with me and faces the guy.
“I’m flattered, but I think it’s best you run off and hand this to someone else.” Olivia hands the napkin back to the stranger. “And if I were you, I’d skedaddle as soon as you can. He hasn’t had his coffee and he’s not a morning person.”
Shit, I can’t wait until tomorrow. It’s when Gianina told me the ring options would be ready, and then Olivia can have something sparkly so everyone knows she can’t be approached. I’m sure some will try, but seeing how she handled this, I know she’ll deal with whoever steps foot near her.