At Kelvin's frown, Leila tugged on his battered bracelet. He watched her, mostly for a flicker of recognition, but there was none. “You’ve been wearing it since.”
“Yeah. I don’t take it off.” Risking it, he placed his hand over hers. “It was a gift. A special gift.”
A gift made it sound like the beautiful stranger gave it to him when the truth was he picked it off the train station floor as she ran from him.
“Do you want me to take it off?” he asked. He hadn’t removed it since the first time he wore it. But for her, he would. She responded in the negative, her eyes gleaming. “Are you sure?”
“Yeah. I know what to do.”
Do? She almost hopped off his lap before he could ask for clarification, but he was faster. He tightened his arms around her, rising to his feet to lead them to their roo
