“This is more than enough,” I whispered, giving my tree another teary hug before setting it gingerly back down. “There are probably a million other things you could be spending your money on instead of saving it up to get expensive fruit shipped in!” “There are,” he admitted. “But none of those things matter.” He took my hands in his, running his thumbs gently along the backs of my knuckles. “Every credit to my name,” he said gruffly, “every piece of this property, every store of my strength, every beat of my heart… It’s all for you, Cherry. Everything’s for you.”
