17

“You emphatically tell me I can’t give her a laptop, but have no suggestions what would be appropriate?”

“Flowers?”

I waved my hand. “Cliché.”

“Perfume?”

“She doesn’t wear perfume.” I knew that because I had asked her what fragrance she wore since her scent was intoxicating. She told me she wore a body lotion she had made at a small place that specialized in combining unique fragrances. She wore a blend of honey and lilac that smelled incredible on her skin.

“Dee worked there years ago, and gets a discount. She gives me a bottle every year for Christmas. I make it last.”

I could buy her a couple of bottles of the lotion, so she didn’t have to stretch it out, if I could find out the name of the shop, but that seemed too easy.

“Women like jewelry,” Maddox mused, as he strolled in.

“What are you doing here?”

He grinned, throwing himself on the sofa. “Aiden called and said you were going overboard on a birthday gift for Emmy and I had to come help rein you in.”

“Like jewelry isn’t over th