“Then let me prove to you that I can be the guy you need. I can give you the romance. Please, Suzy, I don’t want to lose my shot with you.”
She bit her lip and stared down at her paperwork. “Okay.”
“Excellent. Prepare to be romanced.”
He left the room, and without stopping, he got on his bike, and rode out of the clubhouse. Romance was not something he was good at. He had just crooked his finger, women had fallen at his feet, giving him whatever his heart desired.
You’ve got this.
Over the next two weeks, Pixie did everything he could find in romance books. Seriously, he read romance books, and not the nice sweet romance kind. He went hard core erotica. It was all the rage now, and he intended to use those authors to find out the best way to show his woman, he loved her.
Flowers and chocolates were the easiest.
Next he went with jewelry, which didn’t bode well with him. Suzy wasn’t the jewelry kind of woman. After that, he organized dates. Well, in order to help him not screw up, he double dated her.
One night he went with James and Cora. His brother stopped him from putting his foot in it, and ruining everything. He hated it when men looked toward Suzy, and he wanted to stake his claim. His double date with Drake and Grace didn’t go so well either. He took her to the movies, and he ended up yelling at the assholes who kept interrupting the movie. Suzy asked him to stop, but he didn’t. In the end, he was the one that got kicked out for threatening bodily harm. Assholes! The date with Sharon and Thomas went better. They went to the zoo, which was a fucked up place to have a date, but it worked. Suzy loved the day, and Pixie believed he was making real progress.
Visits and sleepovers at her house had ceased. During the day he was able to stay close to the club as she worked nonstop for James. The nights were the hardest for him. Sleeping alone was next to impossible. He missed curling around his woman, and loving her.
About three weeks’ worth of romance, Pixie sat in the diner with Teri enjoying a coffee. He’d dropped Suzy back at her apartment, and come to the diner.
“You’re looking down in the dumps,” Teri said, straddling a chair.
“Not exactly in a good mood.”
“Why not?”
“Life, relationships, I suck at them.”
She push
ed some hair out of her face, staring at him. “You really do love Suzy.”
“Yeah, hasn’t anyone been paying attention? She’s my fucking life, and I’m the one that blew it.” He rubbed his eyes.
“It was a shitty thing that you did.”
“You don’t think I know that. If I could take it back, I would, but I would never change the time I had with Suzy.”
“She hasn’t cut you out of her life.”
“I know.” He pulled the black velvet box out of his pocket.
“Holy shit.”
“Do you think she’ll even accept this?” He flipped it open. “I bought it the night before she was sick again. I was going to propose over breakfast. Instead, I started to get really scared that I’d been caught out.”
Teri took the box, opening it up. “You’re really serious.”
“Yeah. I just wish Suzy could forgive me.”
“How about I close the diner tomorrow night? You bring her here, have a romantic meal, and propose. Lay all of your cards on the table. I think she’d surprise you.”
“You do?”
“Suzy is hurt, and I’m not justifying what you did. I think it was really shitty, but I also know you love her. You really do, and she loves you. There’s no changing that.” She smiled at him. “I think you’ll make a pretty good dad.”
“You think so.”