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“Can’t wait. These are going to make great bridesmaids’ gifts. Thanks.”
Clover waved bye to the couple then threw her arms around Van Gogh. “That was awesome. Let’s do it again.”
They sold three additional orders along with five arm tat bracelets, several earrings, and numerous flowered necklaces. Four merchandisers approached Clover, expressing interest in her mancuffs and the music piece for their clients, retail jewelers in Miami, Key West, and Fort Lauderdale. She talked business like a pro and exchanged cards with them.
Van Gogh added up the receipts. “Not bad for a day’s work, but tomorrow will be better.”
She hugged him. “What you did today for me was beyond nice. You do love me.”
Nothing else was possible. He embraced her. “Can we be friends again, please?”
“I want that. I’d like us to be the way we were before the stupid party.”
“Absolutely. You come first. Always will—oh hell, I almost forgot what I brought you.”
“Besides yourself?”
He laughed. “Yeah. The design for your tat. Finished it last night.” He pulled the paper from his pocket and handed it over.
She touched the 3-D geometric drawing. Spokes burst from a center circle. Stars shot from the tips, scattered, and rained down.
“If you don’t like it, that’s cool. I’ll come up with something else. Something better.”
“Than this? Impossible. I love it and you. I should have said it when you did. It was mean of me not to.”
“You had your reasons. I understand.”
“I’m so glad to have you back.” She threw her arms around him.
He staggered and righted himself. “Are you crying?”
She nodded and pressed close. “Promise this is our beginning. Please.”
“Absolutely.” He held her with a right she’d given him. “Nothing else will do.”
