Chapter 1
The glitter staring back at Kate from the velvet green box had her bringing her hand to her chest, doing her very best to breathe and make sense of what she was looking at.
“Aren’t you going to answer me?” Walker asked. He was now seated across from her at a small window table for two at a local Italian restaurant in a part of town where she’d never been. The tablecloth was white, the dinnerware was silver, and the atmosphere was cozy. Then there was Walker, who was such a contrast to this place. As Kate took in the men seated by the door, though—their dark hair and olive skin, their suits, their concrete expressions—she realized maybe Walker did fit in, after all.
Her other hand was in her lap, pressed against her blue jeans, and she was feeling warm in her black turtleneck.
