Chapter Eleven
At Brandon’s request—command, really—she took a cab to his condo for Andrew to let her in. She wanted to get back to her place, but it didn’t feel much like home yet, so what was the difference, really?
As the door opened, several vases of Brandon’s signature red roses sat strategically around his condo. Beautiful. His lavish attention made her feel like a queen.
She quickly got settled and strode to the kitchen for a glass of wine, when a black velvet box caught her eye. A tented note card sat behind it: Welcome home, my love. Brandon.
Oh my. He was really going to spoil her.
No wonder he wanted her there.
She slipped off the ribbon and opened the tiny square box. Glimmering back at her were a pair of diamond stud earrings.
Gees! They must be a carat each!
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