Kurt kept the smile on his face as he went over to the passenger side of the truck. He was one breath away from falling all the way in love with May Sotheby, and if she came with a busy restaurant, he still wanted her.
At least he thought he did.
He knew he didn’t want to walk away. But standing there, listening to her say that she would choose Sotheby’s over him—over their children, at times—hadn’t been easy. In fact, his heart still felt a little twisted.
He opened the glove box and took the black box out. “So I got it cleaned,” he said. “But it’s still old, and it’s totally okay if you don’t like it. Like I said last week, this is just a placeholder. Something you could wear on a chain around your neck. That way, when you show up at the restaurant early in the morning, you can think
