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
