“Okay, so I got you two things. One’s more of a trinket and one’s a bit more … I dunno. I bitmore. Which do you want first?”

“I hope you didn’t spend too much …”

He narrowed his eyes at her. “Don’t even go there, Shay. You’re not going to be able to talk me out of spending money on you when I want to.” He relented a little when he saw howworried she looked. “But relax. I didn’t spend too much, because I knew you’d feel that way. I got you the trinket because I figured you wouldn’t have a problem with that, but the other thing – I got you that because I want you to have it and … I hope you can be okay with it.”

She leaned in and pressed another kiss to his lips. “I’ll try. Thank you.”

“Okay. So, which first?”

She brought her hands up to cover her face and peeked out at him between her fingers. “I don’t know! You decide!”

He had to laugh. “Are you sure I’m not allowed to call you cute? Cause you look cute as fuck right now.”

She dropped her hands and gave him a wry smile. “If you must.”

“Okay, close your eyes and hold out your hands.”

She did as he said, and he dropped both the box and the little bag into her hands together. “I can’t decide which to give you first, so you choose.”

Her eyes sparkled and her cheeks flushed as she smiled at him. “Thank you, Ty! It’s like Christmas and my birthday all rolled into one – only better.”

He wanted to ask how she usually spent Christmas and her birthday, but that could wait.

“Go on, then. Open them.”

She opened the bag first, and grinned when she pulled out the keychain. “Oh, Ty! I love it, thank you!”

The keychain had a straight silver bar withUtahengraved on it, a little silver beehive, and a tiny gold bee.

She kissed him again, making him grin. “You’re welcome. I wanted to get you something that would remind you of this weekend, and when I saw that, I knew that was it. You’re such a busy little bee with everything that you do. And now it feels even more right, knowing that your dad used to call you that. “

He leaned in for another quick peck and murmured, “And you’re my honey, too.”

“Aww, Ty! I love it! Thank you so much. I’m going to put it on my keys when I get home, and then it’ll be like I’m taking a little piece of you everywhere with me.”

His hand curled into a fist. He loved that idea, but he’d like it even better if he could take all of her home with him. “Go on, open the box,” he said with a grin.

She flipped it open, and her hand came up to cover her mouth. “Ty! It’s gorgeous!”

“It had to be, to suit you. Do you like it? Really? It struck me after I bought it that maybe you don’t like insects and you wouldn’t want to wear a bee around your neck.”

She laughed. “I’m not a huge fan of spiders, but mostly I’m okay with insects, and bees are different anyway. They’re like tiny flying teddy bears if you think about it, and they do so much good and …” She stopped, her cheeks pink. “You get the idea. I love bees, and I absolutely love this necklace. Thank you sooo much! Would you fasten it for me?”

She already had it out of the box, and she held her hair out of the way as he leaned in to fasten the little clasp. It was so tricky that it took him a couple of tries.

“Damn fat fingers,” he muttered. When he got the clasp fastened, he kissed his way up the back of her neck, loving the way she shivered.

“There you go. Let me see?”

She turned to face him. The pendant was another silver beehive, and this one had a little bronze bee sitting on it. The silver chain was just the right length on her. He grinned.

“You like?”

“No.”

“Shit! I …”

She laughed. “Relax, Ty! I’m playing with you. I mean that I don’t just like it – I love it! Thank you so very much. It’s beautiful, and it’s perfect.”