entered the kitchen with a small velvet box in his hand.
“Happy anniversary, darling.”
I put my mug down and laughed. “What is this? Did you wrap a kitchen timer?”
He smiled. “Open it.”
Inside was a bracelet so stunning I forgot how to breathe, delicate white gold set with tiny diamonds that caught the morning light as though they had been made for it.
“Nolan.” I looked at him. “This must have cost a fortune.”
“You deserve something nice for once.”
“For once? You bought me a vacuum, sweetheart.”
