My fingers curled against my lips as Brock lowered his hand, and I saw the sterling-silver medallion once more.

“I was gathering up your stuff and I found it on the ground,” he said. “I knew it was mine. You were always finding these things for me. I meant to tell you I had it, but . . .” He trailed off.

But everything had happened.

Things had blown up and we blew apart.

But he’d found the Saint Sebastian necklace I’d found for him and had planned to give him that night we were going to dinner.

His eyes met mine. “I’ve worn it ever since.”

He’d found it and he’d had it with him.

“For the longest time, it was the only way I could feel close to you.”

Chapter 29

Chapter 29

Emotion cut off the strangled sound building in my throat. I dropped my hands and then I was moving without really thinking, crossing the small distance between us. I picked up the necklace, curling my fingers around it. I’d forgotten about the necklace. How, I had no idea, but I had, and he hadn’t.

Brock made this sound that came from the back of his throat. “Why are you crying?”

“Am I?” I whispered, clearing my throat.

“Yeah.” He cupped my cheeks, swiping away the tears with his thumbs. “How do you not know you’re crying?”

“I don’t know.” I lowered my head, all but face-planting in his warm chest.

Brock let out a soft chuckle as he folded his arms around me. “If I knew the necklace was going to make you cry, I wouldn’t have worn it.”

“It’s not that.” I still held the necklace in my palm, probably strangling him with the chain, but I couldn’t let go. “I forgot about the necklace and you didn’t.”

“I didn’t.” He pulled my head back, tilting it to look up at him. My blurry gaze met his. “I never forgot you. I never forgot anything you used to do.”

He was going to make me cry really hard now.

Reaching down, he gently pried my fingers off the medallion. Then he lifted my hand to his mouth. He pressed a kiss to my palm. “I kept all the little charms. There in the box on my dresser. You can check it out—”

I pulled my hand away and stretched up, looping an arm around his neck so I didn’t fall over as I kissed him.

I was pretty clumsy at it, the whole initiating a kiss thing, but Brock didn’t seem to mind or even notice. The arm at my waist tightened, and the entire length of my body was pressed against his.