“Oh, Corinne!” Molly’s eyes had gone wide. “Did he give you that?” In my haste to leave I’d forgotten all about the morganite necklace Joanna had fabricated for me that first day on the ship.
“No—er…”
“Oh, come on, he did! He must have! You’re not telling me your Aunt Misty gave that to you.”
“Well, no.” Damn Molly and her psychic abilities.
“It’s gorgeous. That’s real?”
“It’s…”
“What kind of stone is it?”
“Morganite, I think.”
She leaned in close and caught the fine chain between her fingers, then turned the jewel this way and that. Then she gave me an appraising look.
“So he’s a rich, thoughtful, hot, caring cowboy. I fail to see the problem besides the fact that the both of you had a little misunderstanding and that you’ll probably move away to Texas.”
“But it was more than a
