Page 121 of Road to Obsession
“What’s this?”
“It’s not your birthday present,” he said. “That will come later, but since we never found your necklace, I had Dad get you sorted with this.”
I opened it and let out a quiet squeal. “Oh my god, this is gorgeous.”
I pulled out an eighteen-carat white gold chain with an anchor charm that matched his, although somewhat more feminine, and on the back was engraved,‘I go where you go.’Nestled next to it was a gorgeous little turtle with blue sapphire eyes.
I was currently wearing a chain with a locket Booker had had on hand, which was fine, butthis, this was way better.
Cash secured it for me and then I wrapped my arms around his neck. “Thank you, I love it.”
“You’re welcome. And of course, the technology is getting better, so Dad says we can track you further, which makes me feel better.”
I chuckled. “Well, then, I want your GPS upgraded.”
Cash kissed me. “I’ll talk to him about it.”
“Thank you.”
“Okay, come on, I need food.”
Only, he didn’t need food. Getting me out of the clubhouse and working on the bike had all been a ruse so my mom, Daisy, and the rest of the ladies could transform the building into ‘Las Vegas.’ The great room looked like a mini version of Caesar’s Palace, complete with slot machines, gaming tables, and gaudy statues.
We walked in and a chorus of, “Surprise,” sounded, followed by, “Happy birthday,” and then my family, blood and biker, were surrounding me with hugs and kisses.
“I can’t believe you did this,” I said to Daisy as she pulled me in for a hug.
“Well, since we couldn’t go to Vegas, we figured this was the next best thing.”
“You’re amazing. Thank you,” I said.
“Okay, before we get the party started,” Cash said, pulling me away. “I have your real gift for you.”
“I’m not into public exhibition, Cash,” I teased.
He laughed and handed me an envelope.
I raised an eyebrow as I felt something bulky in it. Tearing it open, I held it upside down and keys fell out. “Keys?”
“Read the card.”
I bit my lip and opened the card, scanning it. “This coupon gives Teagan Reed, soon to be Carver, unlimited Motorcycle riding lessons from Cash Carver until she can safely operate her nineteen sixty-three Triumph Bonneville TT Special.” I frowned. “Hernineteen sixty-three Triumph Bonneville TT Special?”
“Check the envelope, Turtle.” He nodded toward it. “You haven’t gotten everything out of there.”
I opened it again and pulled out the title and my name was written on it. “Oh my god, you’re giving me the bike?”
“Yeah, baby, you get the bike.”
“But what about the guys?”
“I bought them out,” he said. “And you’ve done so much work on it, it’s practically yours anyway. I figured if you’re gonna work on ’em, you should know how to ride. What do you think?”
I wrapped my arms around his waist, fighting back tears. “Oh my god, Cash, I don’t know what to say. This is unbelievably generous.”
“I love you, Teagan. More than you’ll ever know.” He cupped my face. “And I’m so fucking proud of you and everything you’ve accomplished. I can’t wait to do this life with you.”
I nodded. “Me too. Thank you. I love it.”
“Okay, lovebirds,” Daisy said. “Let’s party!”
As my friends and family showered me with presents and well-wishes, I held tight to Cash. He was my greatest gift, after all.
