“You said—” Shea frowned. A vertical line appeared between his brows. His gaze dropped, fell to my hands, clasping my iPad like it was a life preserver. “You said you wanted to give me the world.” “I will.” My response was automatic. My desire to leap out of the plane and get to work even more so. Where to start? Did I dig up the foundations of the earth, or did I try to harness the moon? Gather treasures and pile them at his feet? I didn’t know what to do, didn’t even have a shred of a clue. All I had was my hockey stick and my two hands, but, by God, I was going to—
