Chapter 27
Twenty-Seven
brOOKE
“ H ave you turned around, Caleb?” I called from the hallway into the living room.
“Yes. I’m behaving myself, baby. You can come on out. I’m dying to see you.”
My gut danced in nervous glee over attending this ball tonight with Caleb.
I’d never gone to anything like it before, and hardly knew what to expect.
I liked the fact the Autumn Ball was to benefit charity, and I loved my burgundy silk ball gown, but beyond those two points I wasn’t so sure.
Caleb just kept reassuring me he would be beside me every second, and that everyone would be displaying their best behavior along with their frocks.
The Autumn Ball was always well attended, and thoroughly covered by the media, both local and national.
Caleb wanted us to attend as a couple, to hopefully end some of the fascination the press had about our relationship.
It was completely nuts to me why they would care so much, but care they did.
I stepped out slowly, testing how to maneuver in yards of silk and tulle.
The dress I’d found was a work of art. Deep, wine-red silk, with a sash waist and a full-tulle skirt.
The skirt is what sold me on the dress when I first saw it, because it was embellished with three-dimensional velvet cascading flowers. It was a Cinderella dress indeed.
Caleb had turned away from the door as I’d requested. He was wearing a black velvet jacket I’d never seen before, and he smelled delightful. Even from across the room, his unique manly scent, combined with the delicious cologne he used, tempted me. He always looked good, too.
When he’d arrived home to get himself ready, he had to use the guestroom to shower and dress, because Winter and I had commandeered our bedroom for the beauty makeovers.
He didn’t blink an eye over being deposed from his domain.
He’d taken one look at the plethora of girly supplies in his bedroom and bathroom, and surrendered to us without a fight.
He was so easygoing about such things. Just one of the many qualities of Caleb I adored.
I couldn’t imagine my life without him now. He was a part of me.
I loved him so much.
“You can now turn around,” I said finally.
He pivoted on his foot and swept his eyes from top to bottom, and then back up. “You are Cinderella in that dress. I am speechless right now. Every man in the room will be envious of me tonight.”
“Will they? And why do you say that, my handsome prince?”
“Because I am the lucky bastard who gets to take you home at the end of the ball and help you out of your pretty dress.”
“Ah, thinking ahead as usual, I see.”
He stalked toward me, something small I couldn’t make out in his hand. “I’m very good at forward thinking, baby. I didn’t make my fortune on a string of lousy predictions.”
“Indeed.” He stopped right in front of me where I could enjoy his intoxicating scent. “Do you have any predictions for the near future?”
“Oh yes,” he said wickedly. “For example, I see Cinderella being kissed thoroughly before she gets taken to the ball tonight.”
I couldn’t hold back the smile. “Cinderella likes your prediction.”
He tipped my chin toward his lips with one finger and descended.
I had to resist the urge to bury my hands in his hair and go to town as I usually did.
I loved seeing his hair mussed with a just-fucked flag proudly waving, but this wasn’t the time for it.
Instead, I melted into his demanding kiss and let him get me all stirred up.
“You are fucking gorgeous, Brooke. I don’t know if I can let you out of the house tonight,” he said.
“You will disappoint a great deal of people that way, I’m afraid,” I reminded him, even though I’d gladly stay home tonight if it were an option.
“Not me they want to see, baby. They want to meet Cinderella tonight.” He nibbled on my bottom lip.
My turn to sigh. “I hope you’ve remembered your promise to stay with me at all times. I’m nervous, Caleb.”
“There’s nothing to be nervous about, and everyone will love and adore you.” He placed something soft into my hand. “I have a very special gift for you. I’ve been waiting weeks to give it to you, and now is the time.”
“Oh!” I looked down at what I held, to see a small black velvet box. A jewelry box. My fingers trembled as they worked on opening the lid. I gasped. Oh, bloody hell.
The most unusual ring I’d ever seen—an art piece which had to be one of a kind. A large, dark pink stone, resembling a pearl, set in masses of pink and white stones—possibly diamonds—to form the shape of a flower. “Caleb...” I breathed. “This is stunningly beautiful.”
“Do you really love it?” he asked. How could he doubt I would love this?
“Yes. I really do. Tell me about this gorgeous ring.” I was almost afraid to ask what the ring meant, but knew he’d tell me anyway because he was always honest about everything he did.
“It’s a peony—like the flowers I sent to you.
The red stone is a forty-carat cabochon tourmaline.
The rest of the stones are diamonds, rubies, and pink sapphires.
I found it in the jewelry store window in Abu Dhabi, and went in there and bought it five minutes later.
There was no question it was meant for you from the moment I saw it. ”
“How did you know it was meant for me?”
“Everything about this ring reminded me of you...of how we met.”
“The meatball lesson?” I asked him.
He nodded and smiled. “After I went in the shop and they told me it was a peony, well...I knew it was fate at work again.” He took the ring out of the box and held it between two fingers. He slipped the empty box into his pocket. “Will you wear it tonight, Brooke?”
“Y-y-yes,” I stammered.
He slipped it onto the ring finger of my left hand.
The engagement ring finger. I flipped my eyes up to meet his.
“My whole life changed the moment I saw you, Brooke. I knew it then. It felt like the shades were drawn open, letting the sunlight in after being shut in the dark for years. That’s exactly how it felt for me. ”
If I could love him anymore, I would. He made gestures like this one all the time, rendering me speechless with his thoughtfulness in choosing the perfect gifts. “I love the ring. And I love you, Caleb.”
He took both of my hands in his and kissed me sweetly before pulling back to catch my eyes with his. “I realize you’re not ready right now, but I want you to know my greatest desire is to spend the rest of my life loving you—as my wife.”
I gasped as he went down onto one knee in front of the picture window, the city lights of Boston a stunning backdrop beyond us. “Brooke Ellen Casterley, will you be my wife and marry me when you feel you are ready?”
The swirling vortex had swept me up again and whisked me away to another time continuum—I was certain about that. It took me a moment to find my voice and to see through the veil of tears, which had welled up in my eyes, but I managed somehow. “I—I will, Caleb, my love.”
He did something I’d seen him do before on a few occasions...
He closed his eyes for an instant, and then looked upward as if sending up a silent prayer heavenward. It was a show of relief and gratefulness. My Caleb was so relieved I’d said yes.
To own such power over another person was fearsome in a way. To have the burden of their happiness along with your own was a kind of terrible, beautiful treasure.
Priceless...but so fragile at the same time.
M y beautiful ring winked at me throughout dinner at the Autumn Ball. Caleb and I hadn’t said anything officially, but it was right there in living color for people to see, and if they put two and two together...well...we wouldn’t lie.
Like most of our entire relationship, this engagement was a whirlwind of love and emotions with Caleb.
Jesus, you’ve just become engaged to Caleb Blackstone!
Just thinking about it felt like a guilty pleasure.
But Caleb always had felt like a guilty pleasure to me.
I needed to pinch myself that he was real and wanted to marry me.
He was right, I wasn’t ready just this moment to get married again, but knowing Caleb was committed only to me, certainly put me on the fast track to becoming ready.
When I’d told him that part, he’d beamed with happiness and said to just let him know when I was ready, and he would take care of the rest.
“What are you smiling about?” he asked.
I turned to him. “Thinking about how good it feels for me when you are happy.”
“I love you so much,” he whispered so nobody could hear, “and I wish I had you all to myself right now so I could show you without words.”
As usual his sexy verses turned me into a puddle of goo.
Usually it didn’t matter, but right now it did.
Sitting down to a formal dinner, surrounded by Boston’s ultrarich high society was definitely not the time or place for wanting to shag my fiancé blind, especially with people watching us from all directions.
Rather a problem with Caleb’s effect on me, though. He was very good at turning me on at his will. “You’ve given me something very wonderful to look forward to when this evening is over,” I whispered and licked my lips.
He groaned softly. “You’re killing me, baby.”