all his talents, I want you to have this. No, I need you to have
it. Please. I’ll cover the insurance for it.” She popped the lid on
the box, revealing the necklace, but the tears in Coralyn’s eyes
made it obvious that she’d known all along what was in the
box.
“You said you didn’t bring the box.” Her voice was thick
with emotions.
“I might have told you a bit of a white lie because I said this
wasn’t about that, but it kind of is too. Your dad painstakingly
made this. He remade it every year for your mom. It embodies
their love and connection and commitment. It has nothing to
do with me. I’ll make a bill of sale for you, gifting it to you, so
that it’s final.”
“Do I have to sign that too?” Coralyn asked wickedly, the
spark coming back to her eyes, a faint pink rising in her
cheeks. “Because if I do, can you leave it on your desk so I
can take at least two weeks to read and sign it?”
“Oh, you’re a joker, are you? This is the real Coralyn
Anderson? I knew you were wicked smart and determined,
amazing, sensual, and so many other things, but I didn’t know
you had that kind of wry wit in you.”
Coralyn’s brow tilted up. “Maybe there are lots of things
you don’t know about me. And lots of things I don’t know
about you.”
“That has to be true, because right now, I feel like there’s an
ass load that I don’t know about myself either.”
Coralyn sighed. Her hands dropped to Giana’s waist and
tightened there. “We aren’t ever going to get back what we
had, but that doesn’t mean there aren’t still good things
coming. My dad always said that after my mom died. There