Page 72 of Undercover Savior

“Turns out Mrs. Drummond remembered seeing one in an old photo album.”

Sullivan raised a brow.

“She did. I swear it.”

“This is the Davy I remember,” she said, staring at the photo on the locket’s opposite side.

“I wish it wasn’t.”

“You were adorable.”

I raised a brow. “Youwere the adorable one.”

“Open your gift.”

I carefully untied the ribbon, then lifted each place the paper had been taped. Between each flap, I looked up at her.

“You’re doing this on purpose, aren’t you?”

“What?” I asked, making a point of looking down at the wrapping she’d dropped on the floor.

I lifted the hinged cover and found a silver pocket watch inside.

Sullivan leaned forward. “Open it.”

Under the cover was an inscription. “For all our moments together,” I read aloud before bringing it closer to my eyes. “Is that an A?”

“Yes, ‘to A from A,’” she said. “I didn’t notice the initials when I first saw it. I just liked the inscription.”

“I love it, Sullivan. When did you…you know?”

“I saw it several days ago in a newspaper circular from an antique store and couldn’t stop thinking about it. Blessed Gus contacted them for me, and they still had it. He somehow managed to get it here by this morning. Quite the miracle worker, he is.”

“The same for me,” I said, pointing to the locket.

“He’s a good man, David.”

I nodded. “The best, and while I’m close to Con and Tag, it’s Gus who’s always been like a real brother.”

I remembered the photo on the shelf in my grandfather’s study, hoping it was still there so I could show it to her.

“Would you like to wear the locket?”

“I would—every day for the rest of my life.”

After fastening the clasp around her neck, I kissed her. “I love you.”

“And I love you. Oh, and before I forget, I invited Gus and his mum to have breakfast with us.”

“And they agreed?” I was stunned.

“Yes, and according to him, his mother cried when he told her.”

“I hope she doesn’t again when she finds out what abysmal cooks we both are.”

“About that.” Sullivan got up and went into the kitchen. “She planned ahead and made something I only have to pop in the oven, which I’m sure I could handle if I could figure out how to turn the bloody thing on.”

“Let me see.” It took me close to five minutes to finally manage it, only seconds before I was about to call Gus to ask. “What time will they be here?”

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