The Last Piece of His Heart (Lost Boys 3)

“Thank you for saying that. I feel like I’m going to puke.”

He bent his tall frame down to me. “That dress,” he said gruffly. “Is it expensive?”

“No, it only looks that way.”

“Then you won’t care when I tear it off you later.”

“Don’t say stuff like that right now. I can barely think straight as it is.” I laughed. “And only you could think of sex right after I mention puking.”

Ronan got behind the wheel, and Bibi sat beside him in the front seat of the Buick. I sat with Letitia in the back while Uncle Rudy took Bertie and Mama in the black Cadillac they’d rented.

We drove downtown and my heart tried to climb out of my throat at the sight of the little shop. My shop.

Rare Earth Jewelry was made out of gold painted bamboo-looking bars set against the clean lines of plain glass with smoked glass edging. I smiled and glanced at Ronan. He’d come up with the name too.

“There it is! There it is!” Letitia clapped her hands. “Girl…”

My heart felt ten sizes too big. There it is…

Ronan parked and my family

all congregated at the front of the shop. A local paper had done a write up of me as one of the city’s youngest entrepreneurs, and Ronan had taped it to the glass on the front door. Bertie and Bibi clung to one another as my aunt read it out loud, both streaming tears, while Rudy rocked back on his heels, hands in his pockets as he took in the shop. “Will you look at that?” he kept saying over and over.

Mama peered into a window, her face unreadable. I tried not to watch her too closely. Tried to tell myself it didn’t matter if her face lit up with pride or not. I’d done it. This shop was for me, not her. But still, when she only smiled faintly and nodded, a little piece of my heart broke off, and I didn’t think I’d ever get it back.

June Seong, my event planner, waved at me from inside, pulling my attention. Her services were a gift from Bertie and Rudy. “To give your shop the send off it deserves,” they’d said. June beckoned for us to come in.

I heaved a breath and faced everyone. “I just want to thank you all for being here tonight. Each of you has helped make this happen, and I’m so grateful for your love and support.” I cleared my throat. “Before I get too mushy…” I opened the door. “Welcome to my shop.”

They burst into a small round of applause and cheers that threatened to bring me to tears, then filed inside. Ronan lingered behind.

“Woah,” I whispered to him. “That felt…good.”

He put his mouth by my ear. “I love you.”

I stared up at him, shivers dancing all down my skin, no matter how many times he said it.

“I love you,” I whispered back and kissed him. “Thank you.”

“For what?”

“For you.”

Inside, my family was oohing and ahhing. I had to admit, it turned out well on the stringiest of shoe-string budgets. My jewelry glinted on the displays Ronan had made—beige velvet stands in geometric blocks in rectangular and square shapes.

Along the right was the cash register, which sat on a huge display cabinet that I’d found at a yard sale and Ronan had restored. It now housed a hundred rings, the gemstones and turquoise bright under soft light. Behind the register was the door that led to the backroom—a tiny storage space and bathroom.

On the walls were colorful prints of women from all over the world—South Africa, Tibet, Brazil—wearing the natural stones and metals of their countries. I couldn’t make enough inventory on my own to fill an entire store but had contracted with another small company that sold ethically-sourced jewelry to keep those displays full. Eventually, I planned to partner with local artisans too and share their work in my windows.

If I can stay in business long enough…

June beamed at me, looking beautiful in deep blue and yellow. “The Santa Cruz Daily is sending someone; they’re going to want to ask you a few questions. The ads are in place, and invitations to local artists have been sent. At least two have called me already, eager to talk collaboration.” Her phone chimed an alert. “Aaaand the caterers are here.”

“I’ll go let them in,” I said, starting for the back, but she stopped me.

“Enjoy this calm before the storm. I’ll handle it.”

“I love that she thinks there’s going to be a storm,” I said to Ronan.