Page 54 of Billionaire Romantic
“No, you are. Now go and charge your phone, take a long, hot shower, go to your meeting and we’ll figure out the rest of it tonight. Including what to do about Noah Steel.”
I nod, wiping more tears. She notices then the bracelet dangling from my wrist. She takes my arm. “What is this?”
“He gave it to me. It’s just?—”
“Is this real?”
“No. Of course not.”
Grace looks at the bracelet more closely. “Lucky. Did I ever tell you I worked in a jewelry store for a few months during that summer before I started my MBA?”
“I think…you might have mentioned it.”
“They made us study gemstones. It was part of our training. These are real sapphires, Lucky. This isreal.”
I pull my arm gentle from her hold. “They can’t be.”
She grabs my arm again, taking the bracelet between two fingers to get a better look. “What color was the box?”
I think about it for a second. “Blue.”
“Like…duck eggblue?”
I know my blues. “Yes. Exactly.”
“Lucky.” Staring into my eyes. “This is asapphire tennis braceletfromTiffany’s. A fuckingrealone.”
“Are you sure? But?—”
“Holy shit, Luck. A man who looks like thatandhe’s funandhe has a gigantic cockandhe bought you a Tiffany bracelet? Maybe it’s worth taking a little bit—or a lot—of a risk, sweetie. Youhaveto call this guy back.”
I’m staring at the bracelet, shocked.Why?He said he bought it before he even met me. “You know what my father used to tell me to be careful of when it came to analyzing business deals?”
“What?”
“He said that when something seems too good to be true, it always is.”
“This isn’t a business deal, Lucky. It’s love. And sometimes when it seems like a perfect match, it actually is.”
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I reach for her.Before I even open my eyes, I can feel the cool emptiness on her side of the bed.
“Lucky?”
I get up. The door of the bathroom is open. She’s not in there.
Or out on the balcony.
Her bag and her clothes are gone.
She fuckingleft?
Why?
Damn it, Irish. You can’t just fucking leave me.
I spot a scrawled note on the desk.
