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price climbs. I squeeze his hand. “Come on, let someone else have it.”
    He shakes his head taking a drink of his scotch. “Never.”
    I stay quiet and let him do what he wants until he is the winner of the necklace.
    “Congratulations, Jackson.” One of the wives at the table says. “That’s a lovely piece. From one of my favourite designers.”
    Jackson smiles at me.
    She sits forward. “What could a bachelor like you want with such a beautiful piece of jewelry? Is there someone special you haven’t been telling us about?”
    She looks right at me when she says it and the other wives join in all nodding and asking him to spill the news. There must be a reason why he would go to such lengths.
    “I think what Marta is saying is when is the wedding?” They laugh and I shift uncomfortably in my chair. Talk about jumping the gun.
    Jackson shakes his head. “No wedding. Just showing my appreciation.” He kisses my hand and everyone smiles.
    I smile too but secretly I feel bad. Jackson deserves to have a woman by his side that can see a future with him.
    “Don’t think like that,” he whispers in my ear.
    “How can I not think like that?” I mean he can even read my mind.
    “We’ve already talked about this, Savy.” We both watch the next thing up for auction come out. “We only have a few chances in our lives to get it right. And I’m willing to wait.”
    That’s why I love you . But I would never tell him that.
    “Jackson, you are such a great man. Someone very lucky is going to be happy to call you theirs one day,” the older lady at the table tells him, giving him sincere eyes.
    “I’m sure that is going to happen,” he insist. “Life is not like the romance novels. We don’t find the one and live happily ever after so easily.”
    One of the men raises a glass. “You got that right. If only it was that easy.”
    Everyone laughs. Jackson squeezes my hand. I pull his into my lap and hold onto him.
    ***
    I watch Jackson makes both of us sandwiches in his kitchen. I’m a little tipsy and he’s equally as tipsy and we’re both hungry.
    He takes his time setting up the supplies for turkey sandwiches.
    “I still can’t believe you bought that necklace for me,” I look at the box sitting on the counter.
    “Do you want mustard?” He doesn’t even acknowledge how generous he has been tonight.
    I shake my head. “That was a lot of money for a necklace.”
    “Mayo?”
    “No. I don’t like mayo.” I take a seat on the bar stool across from him and start closing the bags for him. “Does it make you uncomfortable when they ask you about dating?”
    He shakes his head. “Curiosity is all that it is.” He takes two plates from the cupboard behind him and turns back around. “I’m at the age most of them got married.”
    “Do you think you should be married because of your age?”
    “I think I should be married when I’m in love. Now eat your sandwich.” He pushes my plate toward me.
    I lift it and sigh. “And obviously you think that you are in love otherwise you wouldn’t have asked me to marry you.”
    He chews thoughtfully. I look down at my plate, I want to say so much more but I am afraid of ruining the night.
    “I asked you because I’m in love with you.”
    That little voice in my head tells me that I am horrible for taking him for granted. I should be honest and tell him that I am not sure I even want to be in love with him for fear of screwing it up.
    He puts his sandwich down. “Come here.”
    “Why?”
    “Because you are overthinking and I hate when you do that.”
    I stand up and go around the counter. He pats the marble, directing me to take a seat, so he can reassure me for the second time tonight that I am not breaking his heart.
    I lift myself up and he moves in front of me. And now he is looking at me. And I just want to look away and break our stare down because he has no inhibitions.  Me on the other hand, I feel like I am under a microscope.
    “One of the