Page 111 of Tempt
“Felicity,” I hissed. “Don’tlook.”
“Sorry.” She met my eyes again. “You look like you’ve seen a ghost.”
I wasn’t sure my knees wouldn’t buckle. He looked so good. He was dressed in all black, like he had been the night we met, and it set off the touch of silver in his beard and dark hair. Our eyes met, and everything in the room went still. My vision went gray at the edges. “I think I’m going to slip away to the ladies’ room for a minute.”
“Okay.”
Leaving my glass on the bar, I spun on my heel and made a beeline for the back hall. But instead of hitting the bathroom, I opened the door to the inn’s pub and went over to the windows on the opposite side of the dark room. The moon was full tonight, and I looked at it as I pressed my palms to the cold glass, then placed them on my hot cheeks.
“Millie?”
I didn’t turn around. I knew that voice. “Yes?”
“Can I talk to you?”
“In here?”
“I didn’t think you’d want anyone to see us.”
I forced myself to face him. “I wasn’t sure you’d come.”
“I wasn’t either.” He came closer, his hands in his pockets. “You look beautiful.”
“Thank you.” I looked down at the black, one-shouldered dress I wore, the same one I’d worn the night we met.
He closed the gap until he stood next to me at the window, bathed in the silvery light. “You’re wearing the dress.”
My heart thudded like a cannonball in my chest.
“You know I can’t breathe when you wear that dress.”
“Zach, I—”
“I have something for you.” He took a long, narrow box from the inside pocket of his coat. “And then I’ll leave you alone.”
“What is this?”
“Open it.”
With trembling fingers, I pulled off the ribbon and unwrapped the package. It was a hinged leather box. I held my breath for a moment.
“Go on,” he urged.
I opened the box and gasped. Resting on black velvet was the most beautiful necklace I’d ever seen, the diamond pendant and delicate filigree sparkling in the moonlight.
“Do you recognize it?” he asked.
I shook my head.
“It’s just like the one from that episode of Antiques Roadshow.” He couldn’t keep the excitement from his voice.
“Oh my God. Zach.” I covered my mouth with one hand. “You didn’t.”
“Can I put it on you?”
“No.” I shook my head and closed the box. “I can’t wear this. You can’t give this to me.”
“Why not?”
