Rebecca’s POV… Our trip to the jewellery shop was short-lived, thanks to a change in the weather. “Trust the island gods to shower us with unwanted rain in the middle of a summer outing,” Vance sighed as he held an umbrella over my head while we walked over to the car. “Island gods, huh?” I chuckled. “Of course! Crazy old cloud mummies and daddies whose tears are soaking the ground beneath us now. The gods sure are crazy,” he joked. “Vinny, I've got more clothes than I need to start a mini-retail clothing line, and a few boxfulls of jewellery, all thanks to you. That's more than enough. Really,” I smiled at him. “What was that? I think the breeze whispered something in my ear, snowflake,” he playfully feigned confusion as he joined me in the backseat of the car. “This is all nothing. I promise you, Becca. We've only just begun.” “Thank you,” I gave his hand a grateful squeeze. He pulled me in to his side, patting my head gently as he let me rest against his shoulder. As t
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