Page 109 of Tempt
Just to get out of the house, I went Christmas shopping, even though I could have just bought things online. I got Jackson a bottle of the scotch he liked, and I bought a box of chocolates for Gwyn. For Mason, I purchased some cool barware and a bottle of my favorite whiskey. I asked Catherine for help with a gift for Lori, and she suggested something warm and cozy for the winter. I thought maybe a Cole Security fleece, but Catherine said that wasnotwhat she meant, and she helped me choose a soft pink sweater instead.
I also went through the box of mementos I had from my grandfather, which I’d inherited after my mom died. There wasn’t a ton of stuff, but I thought Mason might appreciate having one of his ties, some old photographs, a couple letters he’d sent home during the war. I remembered how Millie had told me to write down the stories he’d told me, and I thought maybe that was something I could do for Mason as well. That night, I sat down at my laptop and began typing them up.
And always, always, I thought of her.
* * *
On December twenty-second, the day before I left for Michigan, I was picking up some clothes from the dry cleaner when I noticed a jewelry shop next door. Had it always been there? I wandered over to the window and looked at the pieces on display.
I saw it immediately—and it hit me like a fist to the solar plexus, knocking the wind out of me. It was a necklace almost exactly like the one Millie had admired the day we’d watched Antiques Roadshow in my New York City hotel room. It wasn’t identical, but it was damn close.
Before I knew what I was doing, I’d entered the store and asked a salesperson about it. Sure enough, it was a vintage piece, an Art Deco lavaliere in white gold with a diamond pendant.
“It’s beautiful, isn’t it?” The woman smiled. “The filigree is so pretty.”
I stared at it, imagining it on Millie’s neck, fastening the clasp as she held up her hair, seeing it on her and knowing I was the man who put it there. “I’ll take it,” I heard myself say. “Can you gift-wrap it?”
“Of course.” She laughed. “Don’t you want to know the price?”
“No,” I told her. “I don’t care about the price. I just want her to have it.”
“Your wife is a very lucky woman,” she said.
* * *
That night, Cole Security had a little party in the pub down the street from our offices. While Jackson and I sat at the bar with a couple beers waiting for our turn at the pool table, he asked me when I was leaving.
“Tomorrow,” I said.
“You staying with Mason?”
“Nah. I got a hotel.” I tipped up my beer. “I like my privacy.”
“Are you going to see Millie?”
At her name, my heart lurched. “I told you, we ended things.”
“I know what you told me, but I also know how miserable you’ve been for the last couple weeks. I’ve never seen you like this, not even after your divorce.”
I shrugged. “What do you want me to say?”
“You know what?” Jackson shook his head. “I’m not sure. I know you did the right thing, it just sucks that it has to be this way.”
“Yep.” I took another long pull on my beer. “I bought her a diamond necklace.”
Jackson about choked. He set his beer down and turned on his stool to face me. “What?”
“I saw it in the window of this jewelry store, and I knew she’d love it. I bought it for her for Christmas without even asking the price, and the woman working was like, ‘Your wife is a very lucky woman.’ I almost fucking lost it.”
“Dude.” Jackson folded his arms over his chest. “Whatisthis? What are you hoping will happen when you give her adiamond?”
“I honestly don’t fucking know.” I stared at the bottle in my hand. “I just want her to have it. I want to give it to her.”
Jackson stared at me silently.
“When we said goodbye, I told her to go after what she wants in life, I told her she deserves to get everything she wants. And she said, ‘So do you.’ But you know what the crazy thing is?”
“What?”
