There was a stack of unopened presents under a tree in his living room, but he had no particular interest in determining their contents. The only gift he truly cared about was being delivered right about now. The piece of jewelry hadn’t been outrageously expensive, but he’d known that anything more would be rejected out of hand. This, however, Destiny might accept, might wear and think of him.It was a small artist’s palette made of gold. The colors on it were chips of jewels—a patch of emerald, a tiny ruby, a bit of sapphire, and a slash of rare yellow diamond. The moment he’d seen it, he’d known it was meant for Destiny. He’d been anxiously awaiting the right moment to give it to her.Now that he’d sent it over by courier, though, he was having second thoughts. What if she’d really meant it when she’d said her painting no longer mattered to her? What if he was trying to remind her of a time she truly did prefer to forget? After all, she was here as a prominent businesswoman now.
