“In the kitchen,” I replied, setting down a crystal serving bowl we’d received as a wedding gift from his aunt.
Derek appeared in the doorway, his suit jacket slung over one shoulder, a smug grin plastered across his face.
In his free hand, he held a large box tied with a ribbon.
“Surprise!” He wiggled his eyebrows and extended the gift toward me.
My heart fluttered. We’d agreed no more presents after the wedding, but I couldn’t help the smile that spread across my face.
“What’s this?”
“Open it and see.” He leaned against the counter, watching me expectantly.
