Chapter 117

“We could,” I told him now. “But, sadly, other people will be here within the hour.”

“Who needs an hour?”

“Something else first.” Grinning ear to ear, I tugged on his arm and practically dragged him back to the jewelry section, stopping short, actually, as I was reminded of the whole “Will you marry me?” bit that had happened there.

“Are you going to propose?” Patrick asked.

“We did that already.” My chest tightened. “But, look.”

There, on a rack beside the case, was a pendant similar to the one I had just opened, only with the letter G, instead of P, the letter I had on and would never take off. The ones in front of us were stainless steel, inexpensive but nice.

“Would you wear it?” I asked. “If I buy it and leave the money for Carrie?”

“Of course,” Patrick said.

I took the necklace off the little hook, clasped it around his neck, and stole another taste of his lips.

“I’m in your heart,” he said, “and you’re in mine, forever.”