deep and true until the day they’d both tragically died. To Serena, there was something uniquely special about the idea that they’d shared the intimate act of sex only with each other.
Since her early twenties, Serena had had two serious boyfriends, neither of whom had respected her desire to save herself for her husband. Now she was twenty-nine and she worried that she might never find a man who shared her values. People were so much looser these days, jumping into bed first and considering a relationship later. Serena didn’t want any part of that. She didn’t care so much if she was a virgin on her wedding night, but she at least wanted the man she shared the special act of lovemaking with to be the man she would marry.
Cecil had seemed to have all the qualities she wanted in a husband—compassion, devotion, understanding, and patience. After Serena had gotten to know him better—or so she’d thought—she’d had no reservations telling him about her family’s heirloom. Then she’d showed him the necklace one of the few times he’d been at her place. He was blown away by its beauty, the same way she was every time she looked at it.
Serena was happy to find a man who not only shared her passion but supported her dream. Cecil said he understood her desire to open an antique store and he’d encouraged her to do so. Coincidentally, Cecil worked as a real estate agent, and he’d assured her he could help her find the perfect storefront.
When Serena’s parents had died in a boating accident fourteen years before, there had been a bit of money from insurance, and over the years, that money had grown with wise investments. She’d used the bulk of her share as adown payment on a property in Coconut Grove that would house her antique shop. But Cecil, the agent who’d brokered the deal, had betrayed her, proving that he wasn’t the man she’d thought him to be. She could only imagine what he’d done with the money she’d given him, because he sure hadn’t used it for the store. Hell, he’d probably had a few rounds of cocktails on some exotic beach, toasting her stupidity after he’d cashed her check.
Thinking about everything that had happened was giving Serena a headache, so she concentrated on the beautiful view as she drove. She knew the way to Miami Beach like the back of her hand, and was surprised to find that she was already along the causeway. In the distance, she saw massive cruise ships lining the port. It was a sight that always amazed her, because the ships were so tall they looked like apartment buildings.
But now the sight was bittersweet. She’d always wanted to go on a cruise, but hadn’t allowed herself that luxury. She’d been saving every penny to open her store.
Damn Cecil.
She couldn’t get him out her mind as she continued to drive. She’d been naïve, for sure, but did she deserve to lose something so precious to her? To her family? Hopefully the courts would throw the book at him and lock him up forever. If he’d scammed her, she imagined there had to be others.
Once over the causeway, Serena maneuvered through the Miami Beach streets until she was at the police station on Washington. She parked in a lot nearby, then hopped out of her car. She was so close to getting her necklace back, she could taste it, and she hurried out of the parkinglot, practically setting a new record in the hundred-meter dash as she sprinted toward the front of the station.
Inside the large entranceway, Serena halted, disappointed to see that there were a few people mingling in front of her, waiting to speak to the cop at the information counter. She paused a moment to catch her breath, then joined the line. Her nerves were raw from worrying so much, and even now, she prayed she wasn’t too late.
The few minutes that passed seemed like hours, but finally she was at the front of the line. A middle-aged, friendly looking cop sat behind the counter. “Good morning, sir,” she said, giving him
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