Chapter 12

I waved a hand in front of Niamh’s face. “Are your eyes really closed?”

“Yes! I swear they’re closed.”

I took her hand, leading her forward, anticipation making me nearly giddy. I’d been racking my brain to think of something that would make Niamh happy. Although she seemed happier than when we’d first married, I could still see that she missed her family, her friends, her country.

“Okay, a few more steps,” I said. 

“Why do I smell motor oil?”

I nearly huffed in exasperation. Leave it to my wife to ruin her own surprise.

“Open your eyes,” I said.

Niamh opened her eyes, blinking for a few moments as she took in the scene before her. 

“It’s a car,” she said slowly. 

“Very good. Now, can you tell me what kind of car it is?”

She rolled her eyes. “I bet I know more about it than you do.” She took a tentative step forward. “Can I…?”

“It’s yours.”

Her eyes widened. “You’re not seriously giving me a Bugatti. You’re fucking with me. This is some prank show and Ashton