Colin could have asked himself that question. He’d known he was acting out of character, but in all his twenty-eight years he’d never met anyone like the girl who had made that exquisite locket. He’d wanted his sister to own it, and he’d wanted something she’d made for him, too. “I need a signet ring, for a seal.” Kendra shot him a look of patent disbelief. “You couldn’t even afford this locket.” She shook her bright head. “Something happened in that shop.” “Nothing happened,” he said, although he knew very well something had. He’d noticed the way the girl’s amethyst gaze had been drawn to his
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