But unlike past dinners, today screams romance.
It’s a honeymoon. What did you expect?
Maybe something a little more discreet? When they mentioned a dinner under the stars in their brochure, I thought they meant a little sandwich and wine out of a canteen. What they really meant was a full-blown dining experience with white linens and top-shelf champagne.
And flowers. And a bonfire. And enough tension between Declan and me to suffocate anyone within a ten-foot radius.
“So isn’t this lovely…” I offer a tight smile.
Declan pulls my chair out before situating himself in the seat across from me. Candlelight dances across his face, bringing out the sharp dips and contours.
My heart beats harder against my chest from the way he looks at me. Our guide breaks the silence as he pops a bottle of chilled champagne for us. For a second, I consider the idea of asking him to join us with our driver, but he leaves before I have a chance.
“So…” I pour a glass of champagne and chug half of it.
“Why are you nervous?”
I should have known while I studied Declan’s tells, he did the same. “I’m not nervous.”
“You’re chugging champagne like you won a Grand Prix.”
I grin. “I heard that’s the first step in becoming an F1 WAG.”
“WAG?” His puzzled expression is cute.
No. Not cute! Declan and the word cute belong together as much as water and electricity. Both equally deadly.
I take another long sip of my drink. “Wife and girlfriend.”
He flicks my wedding rings. “This Alatorre crush is spiraling.”
“The man has his own charity. One that gives kids free prosthetics, for crying out loud. He is practically begging for the world to fall in love with him.”
“I’m aware.”
“You are?”
He shrugs. “I sponsor a few kids.”
I shoot him a look. “Donating to charity as a tax write-off doesn’t count as a sponsor.”
The tic in his jaw makes an appearance. “Good thing I don’t include it in the paperwork then. Wouldn’t want my donation to be null and void.” The bitterness in his voice makes me flinch.
Wait. Is he actually a willing sponsor? How is that possible? Declan has grumbled about every charity event we’ve attended over the years, and it took all my power to convince him to go every single time.
His hardened gaze switches from me to the stars above. A vein appears above his eye, and I’m hit with a wave of guilt so hard, breathing becomes difficult.
Shit. Here you are making assumptions about him when he is only trying to talk. I want to slap myself and go back in time if only to replace that look on his face.
“It was shitty of me to assume you were only doing it for a personal benefit.”
He sighs, not breaking contact with the sky. “I don’t give you a reason to think otherwise. It’s not like I’m out here winning any Noble Peace Prizes.”
That he is not. He sure didn’t earn his reputation as a heartless businessman for nothing. People think the CEO has all the power, but the man behind the spreadsheets calls the shots. Because if it doesn’t make the Kanes any money, then it doesn’t serve a purpose, which means it’s cut from the program.
Welcome to the Kane Company where employee wages are as dismal as company morale.
But still, my whole chest aches for him because obviously I have a thing for misunderstood billionaires. “It was stupid of me to say. I’m sorry.”
“You know how I feel about apologies.”
“Unless they’re blood sacrifices made in your honor, don’t bother.”
The corners of his lips lift. Got him. My smile widens, which only makes his disappear before it had a chance to form into something devastating.
“What made you want to become a sponsor?” My question is innocent.
An olive branch of sorts. It might be a selfish question, but I don’t want to stop the conversation. This is a side of Declan I know nothing about, and I won’t forgive myself if he closes back up again because of my stupid assumption.
His gaze slowly makes its way back to me. “I thought Santiago’s comeback story was admirable.”
I smile, grateful he offered more information. “See! Even you can’t resist him! Face it. That man can wrap anyone around his finger, including you.”
The corners of his lips rise. “He might have been the reason I donated in the first place, but I continued because of the kids.”
“Kids?”
He pulls out his phone and taps the screen a few times. “Here.”