She got outside and found him. His stance was casual, hands in his pockets, posture tall, shoulders wide. Behind him, an SUV gleamed, glossy black, wrapped with a giant red bow.
Ivy's first instinct was to roll her eyes. She knew exactly what was coming. Is this what it was like dating a millionaire? she thought bitterly. They'd just gift your feelings away and think it got them out of trouble.
She walked toward him, her arms folding tightly across her chest, a shield against his easy arrogance. "I'm here," she said flatly.
Winn pulled one hand from his pocket, dangling a set of keys. "An engagement gift," he said simply, as if that explained everything, as if his world ran on transactions instead of conversations.
