“Why blue and green?”
I have a feeling what her answer will be, but I want her to say it. Bella twists herself around to face me then answers.
“Blue and green are the colors of the most beautiful eyes I’ve ever seen.’’
The next morning after our shower, Bella and I head downstairs to eat. In the kitchen, we find Lisa and Alba already at work cooking breakfast.
“Good morning you two, you’re just in time,” Lisa says, bringing the food over to the table.
“I’m so sorry I overslept and didn’t come down in time to help you, Lisa,” Bella tells her.
“Oh, sweetheart, I don’t want to hear none of that,” she says waving her hand, “besides Alba here has been a tremendous help. You two come on and sit.”
When we’re done eating I stand from the table, grabbing Bella’s hand. “Come on, babe. I’ve got something to show you.”
“Okay?” she wonders, while I lead her out of the kitchen and through the main room. Passing Quinn, he gives me a nod telling me my surprise is ready.
I take her outside, and we walk around to the side of the clubhouse. Turning the corner, Bella lets out a gasp, freezing in place with her hand covering her mouth. Right in front of us is her 1968 Mustang. Only it looks completely different. With a new vinyl top, fresh paint, and brand-new tires. We swapped the old blue interior for a floral white. I’d say Bella’s car is very different from the rusted-up piece of shit it was before.
Standing behind her I bring my arms around her and hold her while whispering in her ear. “You didn’t think I would forget your birthday did you, Angel?”
“Is that really my car?” She asks in a shaky voice.
“Yeah, babe, that’s your car.”
Bella walks up to her car running her hand up the hood and down the driver’s side before opening the door and sliding in. “When did you do all this?”
“It wasn’t just me, all the brothers helped.”
Bella turns to me with tears running down her face. “I can’t believe you all did this for me.”
Using the pad of my thumb to wipe her tears. “There’s nothing I won’t do for you, Angel.”
“I love it! You all did an amazing job. It’s perfect!” She says brushing her lips softly against mine.
“Can we go for a ride?” She asks excitedly.
I take the keys from my front pocket, handing them over.
“Hell yeah, babe, let’s go.”
CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
Bella
I’ve got major butterflies, standing here in front of the bathroom mirror. While Logan and I were out earlier, driving my beautifully restored mustang, I made a quick stop at a lingerie store at the mall downtown and decided to see what I could find to surprise him with tonight.
Logan is out there in the bedroom, waiting to see what I bought. So, here I am, wearing a black and purple lace corset, matching g-string, black thigh high stockings, and some ridiculous stiletto heels I let the sales woman talk me into. I don’t know the first thing about being sexy. I’m afraid I might walk out there and make a fool of myself.
Glancing in the mirror one final time, I reach down to slowly turn the knob, and pull the bathroom door open.
Logan is sitting shirtless on the edge of the bed as I step out into the bedroom. I stop a few feet from him. He stays quite a little too long, and I start to feel anxious.
“Come here, babe, let me get a closer look at you,” he demands, in a husky tone.
Slowly, I walk the last few feet separating us.
Needing to touch him I rest my hands on top his shoulders. “Do you like it?”