Chapter 58 Can I Have Him? “Oh my God…” My breath caught in my throat, and I stumbled back a step. “Oh my actual God. No way. No freaking way.” The car sat gleaming in the garage like a piece of the sun had decided to park itself on Hart property. Sleek. Powerful. The yellow paint wasn’t just paint—it shimmered like liquid gold, catching every ounce of light. My chest squeezed so tight I almost forgot how to breathe. Roman leaned casually against the hood, arms folded, his smirk sharp enough to cut me in half. “I take it you like it?” “Like it?” My voice cracked into something between a squeal and a sob. I slapped a hand over my mouth. “Roman… no. No, you didn’t just ask me that.” “I did.” He shrugged as if he hadn’t just casually dropped a nuclear bomb on my life. “Of course I love it! You bought me—” My words broke off as I spun around, gripping my hair with both hands. “You bought me a freaking Aston Martin Vantage!” He lifted a brow. “In Yellow. Your favourite color.”Tears pricked my eyes before I could stop them. “I was joking last night! Roman, I—” My laugh came out strangled. “I can’t believe you actually—” I darted forward and pressed my palms flat to the hood. Warm. Solid. Real. I almost screamed when I saw the detail. “You—” I choked, pointing at the tires. “You even put my name on it!” The letters were etched in, bold against the black rubber. Savannah. I opened the door. And it wasn't only on the tires. It was on the seats as well. Even on the dashboard. I let out a scream so loud it startled the birds out of the nearby trees, then spun back toward him. I jumped into his arms, wrapping myself around him like a koala on a tree. “You’re unbelievable!” “Careful,” he murmured, gripping me tighter, one large hand sliding under my thigh, the other bracing my back. “You’re going to hurt yourself.” “As if I care!” I buried my face in his neck, laughing and almost crying at the same time. “You actually did it, you crazy man. You actually did it.” He shifted, pressing me against the side of the car, my legs still hooked around his waist. My laughter tangled with the pounding of my heartbeat when his gaze dropped to my mouth.“Roman…” He didn’t give me a chance to finish. His mouth crashed into mine, and my gasp disappeared into him. Heat. Pressure. Hunger. His tongue pushed past my lips like he owned me—because maybe he was right. He did. I pulled back just long enough to whisper, “Thank you.” The smile I managed barely lasted a second before he swallowed it whole. His kiss grew rougher, darker, urgent in a way that had my toes curling even though I wasn’t standing. The fob slipped from my hand and hit the ground with a clatter, forgotten as his hands closed around my waist, dragging me tighter against him. The hard line of his body pressed into me, and a moan slipped out before I could stop it. Roman set me down on the hood with a solid thud. The heat of the metal seeped through my shorts, grounding me while everything else spun. His weight pressed forward, caging me in. I clawed at his shirt, pulling him closer, closer, until the kiss grew frantic. Our teeth clashed, and neither of us cared. His fingers slid under my top, burning a trail along my skin. “God,” he growled, lips trailing down my throat, finding my pulse and biting lightly. “You smell so good.” My head fell back, my nails sinking into his shoulders as his hand cupped my breast. Even through the thin fabric, the brush of his thumb made my hips jerk up against him. He chuckled darkly, grinding his hips into mine with deliberate cruelty. “That’s it,” he murmured against my lips, his voice like smoke and sin. “That’s how I want you to drive it. Desperate. Hungry. Like you can’t stop yourself.” A strangled moan escaped me. The world tilted, narrowed, until all I knew was him—his heat, his weight, his mouth devouring mine. Until— “Oh my God! Is that what I think it is?!” I jolted like I’d been electrocuted, shoving Roman back so fast I almost fell off the hood. Lizzie’s scream carried across the driveway as she ran out barefoot, hair a wild mess, eyes locked on the car. “Savannah!” she screeched. “Is this yours?!” I scrambled off the hood, tugging my flimsy tank top down, cursing the very obvious state of my nipples. Heat flamed across my cheeks while Roman leaned back casually against the car again. “Lizzie!” I squeaked, folding my arms across my chest. She didn’t even glance at us, her entire soul consumed by the car. She circled it reverently, touching the body as if it were holy. “No freaking way. Roman, are you serious? You got her this?!” “It’s mine,” I said, my grin splitting wide despite my embarrassment. “Roman got it for me.” Lizzie gasped, clutching her chest. “Sav, I swear, if you don’t marry him, I will. Savannah, can I have him? Just for a week? I promise to return him in one piece!” I laughed breathlessly, leaning into him for support. “Sorry, Liz. I don’t share. Especially not him.” Roman’s hand settled on my hip, his thumb stroking lazily, just enough to remind me how wrecked I still was. Lizzie groaned, fake crying as she started snapping pictures and videos of the car. “This is unreal. I hate you both. No, I love you both. No— I don’t even know anymore.” She rambled, almost pulling her hair from her scalp. Before I could answer, another voice sliced through the air. “What's with all the noise?! And whose car is that?!”We all turned. Chloe stood in the doorway, her face already thunderous. “It’s mine,” I said smoothly, hooking my arm through Roman’s and pressing a kiss to the corner of his mouth. “He gifted it to me.” Her expression twisted into a full scowl. “You’re doing this on purpose, aren’t you? Trying to overshadow me on my own wedding week?” Her voice rose, shrill and cutting. “It’s bad enough that Dean hasn’t answered any of my calls or come home since last night. And now you’re out here flaunting this? Where the hell is Dean, Savannah?!” Her yell drew the rest of the family out. Dad’s eyes lit up at the car. He didn’t even pause before patting Roman on the back, immediately pulling him into a conversation about engines and horsepower. And I also heard him say that Roman is spoiling me too much. Everyone flocked to the car, whispering and touching it. Even Emily. But Chloe’s fury kept her rooted, glaring at me like I’d ruined her life. And suddenly, last night’s revelations slammed into me again. The baby. The vasectomy. I stepped forward, grabbed Chloe by the elbow, and dragged her toward the garden.“Let go, you freak!” she hissed, jerking against me. “Are you trying to bruise me the day before my wedding?” “Who’s the father of your baby, Chloe?” I asked flatly. She froze. Blinked. Then laughed, bitter and sharp. “Are you out of your mind?” “Cut the act. You know exactly what I’m asking.” Her mask cracked for a split second before she shoved me hard. I stumbled back a step, catching myself on the garden bench. “How dare you? You’re accusing me of cheating now? Saying my baby isn’t Dean’s?” Her finger stabbed the air at me. “You’ve gone too far this time, Savannah. Dad will hear about this.” She turned to leave, but my words stopped her cold. “Go ahead. Run to Dad.” My voice was razor sharp. “And I’ll tell Mom that Dean had a vasectomy. That he can’t be the father of your child.” Her entire body went rigid. Slowly, she turned back, her eyes wide, red, and wild. “What are you talking about? Dean never had a vasectomy. He never mentioned that to me.”I laughed, sharp and humorless. “Of course he didn’t. How could the perfect fiancé admit to his perfect bride that he’s sick? That he didn’t want to risk passing on his condition to a child?” Her face drained of color. “What do you mean Dean is sick?”