Sebastian didn’t do small gifts. He did grand, over-the-top, make-you-cry gestures. But this box was tiny.“Open it,” he said, voice rough.Kourtney obeyed, lifting the lid. Inside lay a watch, simple, silver band, white face, no diamonds, no sparkle. Just clean lines. It looked like something she’d pick herself.“It’s got a tracker. GPS, heartbeat monitor, panic button. If anyone so much as breathes on you wrong, I’ll know. And I’ll be there before they blink,” the man said, half-bragging.“Sebastian Woods,” she playfully pouted her lips, “you absolute caveman. You want to track me like I’m a lost puppy?”“Damn right,” he growled, pulling her into his lap.Kourtney’s fingers hovered over the watch. “Hubby, it’s… normal. Like something I’d actually wear without blinding people from space.”He laughed, the sound rumbling in his chest. “Exactly. You’d toss anything shiny into the ocean and call it ‘tacky.’ I pay attention, princess.”He lifted it out, the metal cool against her wrist as
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