Chapter 115

“I’m sorry, Kipp. He was insinuating I was too old for you, and I just—”

I freed my arms and cradled his cheeks between my palms. “Age is immaterial. I love you, you brown-eyed handsome man.”

“And I love you, my blue-eyed boy.”

Long minutes drifted by as I explored his mouth and he explored mine.

“Now let’s get this finished,” he finally murmured against my lips.

One last kiss to the corner of his mouth, and then I stepped back and raised the lid of the safe deposit box. One by one, I removed the contents and lined them up on the table: what was obviously a house key, a deed, a map, and a small velvet pouch. A peek inside the pouch revealed a tiny key.