Page 52 of Playing for Keeps
She blinks in surprise, setting her mug down. “Wyatt, you didn’t have to–”
“I wanted to,” I cut in, holding out the little blue bag.
Her eyes flick from my face to the bag, then back again. They widen. “Wait… is that a Tiffany bag? You got me something from Tiffany?”
I laugh. “Only one way to find out. Open it.”
She bites her lip, then slowly takes the bag from me. Her fingers dip inside and come out with the signature blue box.
She exhales with a quiet gasp. “Oh my God, youdidget me something from Tiffany.”
I shrug, trying to play it cool. “You gave up your birthday to be here with me. The least I could do was get you something good.”
She shakes her head. “I didn’t give anything up, Wyatt. I’ve been looking forward to this weekend since the auction.”
Her words hit me right in the chest, and I can’t help the grin that stretches across my face. “Yeah? I’ve been looking forward to it too.”
We look at each other for a second before I remember why I’m holding my breath. “Okay, now open it,” I say with a laugh. “I need to know if I picked the right thing.”
She smiles. “I already know I’m going to love it.”
She opens the box slowly, and the moment her eyes land on what's inside, her mouth parts in surprise. The way her expression softens and her eyes widen tells me everything. I picked the right thing. I finally let out the breath I’d been holding.
“Wyatt…” she breathes, reaching out to touch the delicate platinum chain and the single diamond pendant nestled inside. “It’s stunning.”
“You like it?” I ask, even though her face says it all.
“Like it? I love it. You really didn’t have to do this.”
“I know,” I say. “But I wanted to.”
She looks up at me, her voice barely above a whisper. “Thank you. I don’t even know what to say.”
“You don’t have to say anything,” I tell her. “I just thought… maybe you could wear it tonight, to the dinner.”
Her hand closes around the box. “I’m wearing it all day,” she says, shaking her head like she still can’t believe it.
I smile. “We should probably get moving. The butterfly conservatory’s booked for eleven.”
“Right.” She nods, still holding the box like it’s made of glass. “I’ll hop in the shower.”
She stands, then pauses. Leaning down, she presses a soft kiss to my cheek. Her lips are warm, staying for a moment longer than expected.
“Thank you. Again,” she murmurs before disappearing down the hall.
Ivy
I close the bedroom door behind me and lean against it, exhaling slowly.
What just happened?
Did Wyatt seriously give me a Tiffany necklace for my birthday? I glance down at the box still in my hand as if I need proof. But there it is, beautiful and impossible to ignore.
I love it, but why would he buy me something like this? Aside from my house and car, it might be the most valuable thing I own.
My phone rings from the nightstand, pulling me out of my thoughts. I cross the room and pick it up, smiling when I see Ash’s name flash on the screen. I swipe to answer and bring the phone to my ear.
“Hi, Ash,” I say, sitting on the edge of the bed.
