When the sunlight hit it, it was like holding blue fire with his fingertips. He couldn’t begin to estimate its worth.
“I don’t think the bill’s going to be quite this high.”
She shrugged carelessly. The necklace had been in its box since Vincent had died. Because she’d accidentally discovered the necklace’s true origin, the gift no longer meant anything to her. He’d bought it for someone else, but had taken it back after the breakup.
“Make change,” she told him, rising.
“Two bracelets and a pair of earrings?” he offered, raising a brow.
“Whatever.” She didn’t care about the necklace. She cared about getting Vinny back. Quickly. Dakota paused in the doorway. “You’ll call me if there’s anything?”
He crossed to the doorway to stand beside her. Who had been the man in her life? Did she miss him? Had she hardened her heart to everyone because losing him had been so devastating? Questions occurred to him that weren’t restricted to the immediate case at hand. He wanted them answered.
“I’ll call you regularly one way or another.”
She only wanted to hear from him if he had something positive to tell her. She didn’t know how much more of this she could take without breaking. “Make it one way,” she instructed.
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