With no conscious thought for what he was doing, Gavin shoved his other hand in his other pocket and pulled out the other item he’d intended to give Jamie. After the proposal. After she was blissfully happy.

He thrust the credit card at her.

“This is for you,” he said, his heart pounding harder and a cold sweat beading on his brow. “It’s so you can get miles to use for travel expenses.”

Jamie took the credit card between her thumb and forefinger, holding it as if the thing was infected with the Ebola virus. “I don’t need miles. We both fly on Rory’s jet.”

Duh. Gavin knew that, so why had he gotten her the credit card? He’d come up with the moronic idea the card would be a joke—but he’d planned to give it to her after he asked her to marry him.

His fingers, clamped around the ring box, began to ache from the pressure he exerted on it.

In his mind, he’d rehearsed the proposal so many times. All his practice, the speech he’d worked out during the long plane ride, disappeared like a flame doused with water. Instead of a vow to love her forever, the wrong words tumbled from his stupid, stupid lips. “I got one of those credit cards where you earn miles with every purchase. Made you an authorized user on it. This’ll, uh, help pay for—expenses. When you visit me.”

“You said this already.” Her lips quivered. Her eyes glistened with unshed tears, but anger tightened her jaw. “And I reminded you I don’t need a bloody credit card. Is this why you brought me here? To a romantic restaurant? This is the important thing you needed to tell me? After eighteen months together, this is all you think I’m worth.”

Oh shit. What had he done? Still time to fix it if he brought out the ring box and—

Tears spilled down Jamie’s cheeks even as anger flashed in her eyes. “You’re an eejit, Gavin. And I’m done.”

She’d called him an idiot, and he deserved it.

Fix it now, you moron. “Jamie—”

The love of his life jumped out of her chair so fast it toppled over, then she hurled the credit card at him. It tumbled onto his lap. “I cannae do this anymore, Gavin. It’s over.”

“What?”

“I’m breaking up with you.” She enunciated each word with knife-like precision. “Goodbye, forever.”

Jamie MacTaggart stomped out of the cafe, down the street, and out of his life.

Gavin wanted to run after her, tried to get his ass out of the chair, but his entire body had turned to stone, rendering his feet too heavy to move. He buried his face in his hands and cursed himself far worse than Jamie could have even in the worst Gaelic imaginable.