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I side-hugged Eric and said, “Why don’t you pick out the diamonds?”

Eric beamed and looked at the diamonds on the tray. Much to my surprise, he grabbed what seemed to be an emerald cut. “This one is really pretty, but I was hoping to get something bigger for Mom.”

I loved how he wanted to give his mom a big diamond. There was no denying that.

I pointed to the larger uncut diamonds. “I think that can be arranged. What about something like this size?”

Eric’s voice got super excited when he replied, “Yeah.”

Soon, the jeweler came back into the room. “Did you find what you want?”

“Yup.” I pointed out the stone we liked. “We want this in an emerald cut.”

“Perfect. And we can do the aquamarine in some princess cuts—the square style—to go near it.”

Chapter 38

Annette

AsIwasputtingon earrings, Terry came into the bathroom. Of course, he came straight up to me and wrapped his arms around my waist. His start of a five o’clock shadow rubbed against my shoulder cleft.

It felt so good. After he spun me around to face him, I got a good look at his smile. He was up to something. I’ve learned to hate that smile since it meant that either he or his son was up to something.

As much as I wanted to ask him what he was up to, I knew it was fruitless. So I said the much lamer, “You’re in a good mood.”

His hand drifted up and lingered on my back. “Yup. Tonight is going to be a very good night.”

“Oh?”

He tapped me on my butt and basically shooed me out of the bathroom. “You’ll see, but you gotta let me get ready first.”

I shook my head, but I realized Eric was being too quiet.

At least with the mini-version of Terry, I could find out what he was up to.

I went to his bedroom first, but he wasn’t there, so I went downstairs, thinking he was outside shooting pucks on the net again. Instead, he was sitting up nice and straight at the table, coloring.

He looked adorable in the little suit. It was totally something his dad helped to pick out since it wasn’t a black suit jacket. Nope, it was in a burgundy brocade. It couldn’t be boring.

“What are you and your dad up to?” I asked.

Eric didn’t even look up at me when he said, “You have to wait.”

I shook my head, realizing Eric was indeed up to something.

Eric had gotten too trained in keeping secrets, and it was not fair on him. Though I would probably love whatever they’d cooked up, Eric seemed to be damn happy just by his sheer demeanor.

Before I could ask more questions, I noticed my long-haired Viking walking into the room in the same burgundy brocade jacket and black pants. He looked so damn good. But there was that flicker in his eye that screamed of mischief and pride.

I crossed my arms. While I didn’t think he would share too much information, I was getting annoyed at being the only one out of the loop.

“Enough, you two. What are you up to? And what’s up with the matching suit jackets?”

Terry wrapped his arms around me and kissed my forehead. “Why can’t I take my family out for a nice dinner?”

Because that’s not the way life works.

Shh.

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