Page 147 of Attached At Heart
My stomach dropped at the reminder. “Well,” I started, grabbing her hand from beneath the covers and pressing a kiss on the back of it before brushing my lips across her ring. It pained me to say, but… “We could sell this. It would give you a good amount to start your foundation on, and then we could seek out investors or?—”
“What?No.”
Delaney snatched her hand back like she thought I might take her ring off and pawn it right this very second.
My lips stretched in the start of a smile. “No?”
“No, I’m not—” She frowned, looking down at the ring before tucking her hand close to her chest, keeping it away from me. “I’m not selling it.”
I lifted a brow. “It’s worth a lot of money, Delaney. I wasn’t lying.”
“Yeah, but—” She thought about it. For just a moment, she thought about it. But then she settled on an emphatic “No.”
I put my hands up in mock defense while my grin grew unrestrainable. “Okay, okay.”
She swatted at my chest. “Stop it. It’s not funny. I don’t know why you’re smiling.”
I grabbed her hand and kissed her palm. “You’re right. It’s not funny. But it makes me happy you want to keep the ring. And even more than that, it makes me happy that you’re choosing yourself for once. I’m so proud of you for being selfish.”
Her brows furrowed. “I don’t know how to feel about that statement.”
“Good,” I assured her. “You should feel good.”
Delaney sighed, looking up at the ceiling. “I still very much want to open this clinic, Blake. It’s the mo—” She cut herself off, biting down on her lip before glancing over at me. “It’s one of the most important things to me.”
It was amazing that I hadn’t yet gone into cardiac arrest tonight.
“Tell me more about these important things.”
“Well…there’s you.”
A rattling in my chest made it hard to think. “There’s me.”
“You come first, and this ring…” She slipped the band off to study it. “It has too much of you in it to ever give up.”
Funny that she thought it had too much of me when I’d begged my mom to give it to me because it had so much ofher. It was made for her.
Made for us, I suppose.
“What else is important to you, Delaney?”
I wanted to know everything.
“Other…things.” She chewed on the inside of her cheek as she thought. “Things I’m still trying to puzzle out.”
I nodded. “I’ll be here when you do.”
I had a suspicion of what they might be, but I wasn’t going to push her.
“Also.” Delaney perked up. “I think I’d like to travel more.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah,” she repeated shyly. “Our trip brought me more joy than I can honestly ever remember experiencing before.”
All I could do was smile, feeling like I was going to burst. The rattling in my chest intensified.
“What?”
