Placed gingerly against the backdrop of a tiny ivory silk pillow was a necklace. A thoughtful, stunning, silver necklace with a glinting emerald at the center. “It’s called a Claddagh,” Dominic spoke, steady and soft. “It usually comes as a ring, but I saw this at the store. The emerald…” Risking a careless glance up, I found Dominic already staring at me, his irises of sterling silver refined and brighter than ever, moving between mine. “It reminded me of your eyes.”
