Celeste shivered from the cold. Reflected in the window glass, Ethan Shaw's tall silhouette loomed behind her, along with the image of her lifting the necklace to her neck.
"What's this?" she asked, glancing down and gently touching the pendant hanging at her collarbone. It was a piece of white jade-cool, clear, flawless-looped through with a platinum chain that shimmered with a ripple-like texture.
"A gift."
His low voice came from behind, thick with alcohol. That usual distant tone was tinged with a rare, warm roughness.
Celeste turned to look at him and was greeted by his slightly flushed face.
Ethan had one hand resting on her shoulder, looking a little unsteady, his eyes half-closed from the drink.
She couldn't help but let out a laugh. "It's not a holiday or anyth
