When An Enemy Becomes A Husband
Handing her the box, she carefully removed it.
“Geez, I think my hands are shaking,” she joked half-heartedly.
“I don’t think stones are that breakable,” I retorted back. “Unless it’s made of glass.” And I’d stake my life on it that Chance didn’t care for anything fake. His cufflinks were made of real metal - whether gold or platinum - and the stones in them were real diamonds.
Lifting my hair, I turned around. She put it around my neck, then reached for something else. I followed her movement to a matching tennis bracelet and a pair of diamond stud earrings. I was so awed by the necklace, I completely missed those.
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