Lucien stood there with watery knees, his jaw agape in open mouthed shock as he (barely) listened to Fia explain how she acquired the beautiful piece of work in front of him. All thoughts of Bernard had burned away in the shock of this gift. She’d gotten this for him? Even a piece of junk that it was, the car must have cost a pretty penny.
But it wasn’t the price of the car that stunned him, it was the fact that Fia had known exactly what he wanted without him even knowing that he wanted it. “I’m... I can’t think I’m completely dumb struck,” he said finally, realizing that he’d been standing there with the keys in his good hand staring at the car with a stupid expression on his face. “This is... the best thing anyone has ever given me.” What was it that his grandmother used to say? ‘The Lord, he giveth and he taketh away.’ “Thank you seems so tiny for this.”
Feeling his feet were no longer rooted to the floor, he walked over to Fia and cupped her with both hands to give her a deep passionate kiss. “And yes, I’ll let you do whatever you want to it. God, I want to take her out for a run right now!”