Chapter 13 #2
He’d asked the jeweler to help him create a ring that would remind her every time she looked at it that she was everything to him.
The well-insured ring had been shipped to the clinic and had arrived three days ago.
Victoria, his close friend and colleague, had burst into tears when he showed it to her.
“What?” he’d asked, alarmed by her reaction. “What’s wrong?”
“Oh, David. It’s incredible. Absolutely incredible.” She’d hugged him and cried some more and oohed and aahed over the ring with such enthusiasm that David was even more confident that Daisy would love it, too. Her happiness was the only thing that really mattered to him.
Only a few years ago, he couldn’t imagine life without Janey, but he’d done a spectacular job of screwing up that relationship beyond all repair. From the worst failure of his life, he’d learned what not to do this time around when the stakes were so much higher.
David had loved Janey. No question about that. But he was madly, deeply, insanely in love with Daisy, and he couldn’t wait to make a lifetime commitment to her.
“You’re awfully quiet,” she said as they drove home to the place they now shared on the waterfront estate owned by Jared and Lizzie James. “What’re you thinking about?”
Since he wasn’t ready to tip his hand on what he had planned for when they got home, he said, “That this was a very nice day. A great Christmas.”
“Best one I’ve ever had.”
“Really?” He looked over and caught the big smile she directed his way. God, he loved that smile and went to great lengths to make sure he saw it frequently every day.
“Of course it was. I have you, and that’s all I need to make this the best Christmas of my life.”
And she hasn’t seen anything yet… They’d exchanged gifts that morning, fun things, practical things and silly things.
She’d loved the big box of lingerie he’d bought her at Tiffany’s store, and he’d particularly loved the telescope she’d gotten for him after he’d expressed an interest in getting one.
He’d let her think the gift-giving was over for the day, but his best gift was still to come.
David brought their joined hands to his lips and nibbled on her knuckles, making her laugh.
He liked her laughter even more than the smiles.
He liked absolutely everything about her.
After he lost Janey, he’d resigned himself to a life alone, because what woman would ever want a man who’d cheated on his fiancée and girlfriend of thirteen years?
But Daisy hadn’t held that transgression against him.
Instead, she’d asked him if he’d learned from it.
Not only had he learned from it, the experience had shown him what kind of man he didn’t want to be.
He swore to himself—and to her—that he would never make that mistake again.
She believed him, she trusted him, and she loved him.
David took none of those precious gifts for granted—and he never would.
At home, he ushered her upstairs to their cozy loft above Jared’s garage. They’d talked about someday building a home of their own. Daisy thought that day was far off in the future, but he’d already talked to Mac McCarthy about putting them on the schedule for next winter.
The man who’d once been his future brother-in-law was now a friend, after David saved the lives of Mac’s daughter and later, his nephew, both of whom might’ve died at birth without his involvement.
Not to mention what he’d done for Janey, putting her back together in a clinic unequipped for such emergencies after PJ’s chaotic birth.
He didn’t like to think about that day or what a close call it had been.
One thing he knew for sure was that he never would’ve gotten over being responsible for Janey’s death.
Thank goodness she and her baby had both come through fine, but it had been far too close for David’s comfort.
The only good thing to come out of that traumatic day was regaining the respect and admiration of a family he’d once planned to be part of.
Now that he and Daisy were home and it was go-time, David was suddenly nervous.
He took Daisy’s coat and hung it next to his.
While she was in the bedroom, he turned on the gas fireplace, plugged in the Christmas tree lights and lit the candles they kept in the living room for what she called “romantic nights at home.” He loved those nights when they cooked dinner together, opened a bottle of wine and watched a movie or played a game or made love on the sofa.
It didn’t matter what they did. They always had fun together.
David went into the bedroom to see what she was doing.
The bathroom door was closed, so he took advantage of the opportunity to retrieve the ring from the velvet box in his bedside table.
He put it in his pants pocket and went out to the living room to wait for her.
On the way to the sofa, he checked to make sure the bottle of champagne he’d put in the fridge earlier was sufficiently chilled.
Everything was ready. All he needed now was her. All he’d ever need for the rest of his life was her.
As he waited, he thought about the night when she’d been bruised and battered at the hands of the man she’d loved.
Her courage had touched him deeply that night when he’d treated her at the clinic.
While she recovered at home, he’d fallen into the habit of checking on her after work each day.
She’d insisted on sharing with him the abundance of food the island community had brought her, which began their habit of having dinner together each night.
It had taken off from there. One night at a time, one dinner at a time, his days began to be shaped around the hours he got to spend with her.
And since she’d moved in with him, he got to sleep with her every night and wake with her every morning, and a life that had spun out of control was now firmly back on track, thanks in large part to the calming effect she had on him.
However, when she came into the living room wearing the peach silk nightgown and matching robe he’d given her earlier, the last thing he felt was calm.
The color perfectly complemented her peaches-and-cream complexion.
Her long blonde hair had been brushed until it fell in silky, shiny waves down her back.
David was speechless, which wasn’t conducive to his plans for the evening.
She sat on the sofa next to him, curling her legs under her, as if she hadn’t just blown him away simply by walking into the room wearing peach silk. “This is nice,” she said of the fire, the candles and the tree. “Very cozy.”
“You’re stunning,” he said when he’d recovered the ability to speak.
“This old thing?” With a coy smile, she ran her finger down the front of the robe, hooking it in the belt that was knotted at her waist. “My boyfriend bought me this for Christmas. I thought he might like to see me in it.”
That, David realized, was the last time she’d ever refer to him as her boyfriend. From now on, after he asked the most important of questions, she would hopefully refer to him as her fiancé, and then, before too long, her husband. He couldn’t wait for either of those titles.
“Suffice to say your boyfriend thinks you look magnificent in it.”
She caressed the spot between his brows. “You’re pensive tonight. You’re sure everything is okay?”
“Everything is as good as it has ever been.”
“Wow, that’s nice to hear.”
“It’s all because of you, you know.” He’d rehearsed this moment a thousand times in his mind, but now that it was upon him, the words he’d practiced didn’t seem adequate.
“What is?"
“Everything. Everything is perfect because of you and how much I love you. I was a wreck of a man when I met you, and slowly but surely, one day at a time, you put me back together. You gave me back my life, Daisy.”
Her eyes filled with tears. “You did the same for me,” she said in a hushed tone.
“After everything that happened with Truck,” she said of the ex-boyfriend who had abused her, “I couldn’t imagine taking a chance with any guy again.
But there you were, every night after long days at work, coming to check on me.
You were so sweet and caring. You made me forget all my plans to stay single forever. ”
“Thank goodness for that,” he said, smiling as he took her left hand and kissed the back of it. “You mean everything to me, Daisy. I hope you know that.”
She moved onto his lap, straddling him and taking his face in her hands to kiss him. “I do. Of course I do. How could I not when you tell me every day?”
David drew her in closer and fell into the kiss, his tongue rubbing against hers and setting off a predictable reaction. He broke the kiss and redirected his attention to her neck. “Do I tell you too often?”
“No,” she said, laughing as she tilted her head to give him better access. “I never get tired of hearing how much you love me.”
“I hope you’ll never get tired of that or of me.”
“Never. No way. I love you so much. Sometimes I think you have no idea just how much. You say I put you back together. How about what you did for me? You were the first guy I ever dated who treated me with respect and kindness and sweetness. I’d never had any of that until I had you.”
“You deserve all that and so much more. You deserve everything.”
“As long as I have you and us, I have everything I’ll ever want or need.”
She had given him the perfect opening to pop the question.
“Could I get up for a second?” he asked.
“Oh, sure.” She moved back to where she’d started out, legs under her as always.
For the rest of his life, he would never forget how her expression went from baffled when he moved the coffee table out of his way to astounded when he dropped to one knee before her.
“David,” she said, gasping. “What…”
He took hold of her hand once again. “My beautiful, sweet, adorable, sexy Daisy. Would you please do me the huge, enormous, life-changing honor of being my wife?”
“Yes! Oh my God, yes. Yes, yes, yes.” She threw herself into his arms and kissed him.
“I was hoping you’d say that,” he said when they came up for air.
“Was there any doubt?”
“Not really, but thanks for not making me suffer.”
“I would never do that to you.”
“Wait! I forgot the most important part.” He hadn’t forgotten, but now he couldn’t wait to give her the ring.
Still smiling at her enthusiastic response to his proposal, he retrieved the ring from his pocket and slid the three-carat stunner onto her left hand.
A two-carat princess-cut diamond was framed by another carat of smaller diamonds that continued all the way around the platinum band.
“David. Oh my God.”
“Do you like it?”
“Do I like it?” she asked, laughing as tears ran unchecked down her face. “It’s the most beautiful ring I’ve ever seen! How did you do this? You never left the island!”
“A jeweler on the mainland helped me out. I told him I wanted something spectacular for the most amazing woman I’ve ever known. I said it had to be as special as she is. A hundred emails later, I think we got it.” Her reaction made all the effort to get it right worthwhile.
She continued to stare at the ring, moving it this way and that to catch the light from the candles and the tree. And as she studied it, her smiled dimmed ever so slightly, enough that he noticed.
“What’s wrong?”
“How could anything be wrong?”
“Daisy, I know you well enough by now to know when something is troubling you. Please just tell me what it is.”
“You’ll think I’m silly.”
“Never.”
She looked up at him shyly. “I worry that you spent too much money.”
Knowing how frugal she’d had to be in her old life, he’d expected her to feel that way. “If I’d spent ten times more, it still wouldn’t have been enough.”
“Yes, it would!”
“No, it wouldn’t. I don’t want you to worry about money anymore. I make a very nice living, and so do you. We’ve worked hard and have earned the right to have nice things and enjoy life. It made me happy to buy this ring for you. It’s the ring I wanted you to have.”
“It’s incredible, David,” she whispered. “I can’t stop looking at it.”
“I’m glad you like it.”
“I love it.” She looked up at him with big eyes gone liquid with emotion. “I’ll never forget this night. Not ever.”
He moved back onto the sofa and took her into his arms, kissing her. “And we haven’t even begun to celebrate. How about some champagne?”
“I’d love some—after you kiss me some more.”
“I can do that,” he said, thrilled to have the rest of his life to kiss her and love her and have everything with her.