Page 86 of Beneath the Blue Moon
He walks to his chest of drawers and returns holding threephoto frames, handing them to me one by one.They’re the pictures of us fromthe fundraiser.They look way better than they did in the newspaper.
“Where did you get these?”
“I tracked down the photographer, bought them from him.”
“Can I have one?”
“Of course.I have digital copies, so I can print as many asI like.”
“I have something for you.”
“What is it?”he asks.
I retrieve his gift from my purse and hand it to him as hesits on the bed.He eyes the small box suspiciously, even shaking it.
“Just open it.”
He flips the lid and smiles up at me.
“So, are you finally admitting that I’m the boss?”
“I’m willing to let youthinkyou’re the boss.”
He chuckles and removes theHugoBosschronograph watch from the box.It has a mineral crystal face with three rosegold-accented chronograph dials, the word “Boss” etched on top of them, and acroc-embossed leather strap.
“The strap matches your eyes.”
“Thank you.I love it.”
“Turn it over.”
He flips the watch and looks closely at the engraving on theback.
“For my alpha male,” he reads aloud.
He runs his finger across the words with a wistful smilebefore he pulls me close, kissing me gently.His arms tighten around my waist,and he presses me against him with a sigh.
“Thank you, baby.”
“You’re welcome.”
“I have something for you, too.”
“Oh?What is it?”
“Hand me my wallet.”
Confused, I search his discarded jeans and hand him thewallet.He removes a credit card and hands it to me.Even more confused, I lookat the card and back to him.I take it from his fingers and see my name on it.
“What’s this for?”
He shrugs.“Whatever you need.”
“I don’t need another credit card.”
“This one is linked to my account.It has no limit, and youdon’t have to worry about the bill.”
“No limit?What if I decide to go out and buy a Porsche?”
