Page 87 of Dust to Dust

“You two are going to makequite the gorgeous couple tonight.”

“I better go throw on my tux,” Quinn said.

Caterina smiled. “I’ll entertain her while you get ready.”

He kissed her cheek. “I appreciate that.”

After Quinn disappeared up the stairs, Caterina ushered me into the living room. I eased down carefully into one of the chairs, making sure not to wrinkle my dress. Caterina plopped down on the couch. “I’m so sorry you’re unable to go tonight.”

“Thanks. It’s been rough the last couple of days.”

“My sister never threw up very much when she was pregnant with my nephew, but she could barely eat from the nausea.”

“All I’ve got to say is whoever said pregnancy is beautiful has never simultaneously puked and peed themselves,” she joked.

I laughed. “That has to be the worst.”

As she rubbed her abdomen, Caterina said, “I just keep telling myself it will all be worth it when she gets here.”

“I know we feel that way about Henry. He’s the sunshine in my sister’s and my world.”

“I’ve heard that he’s quite fond of Quinn.”

“He is.” At my bark of a laugh, Caterina eyed me curiously. “Right before we left, Quinn tried cleaning up a blowout. It didn’t go well.”

Caterina grinned. “Somehow that doesn’t surprise me.”

At the sound of footsteps in the hallway, I craned my neck. When Quinn stepped into the doorway, I gasped at how handsome and debonair he looked. I popped out of my chair and went over to him. “You look amazing.”

“Sometimes I clean up nicely.”

I ran my hand down the front of his tux. “Seriously, you’re like James Bond in a tux.”

He smiled. “Thank you.” He then reached into his jacket pocket to pull out a large velvet box. “I have something for you to wear tonight.”

My heartbeat accelerated. “Oh?”

Quinn nodded. “It’s been in my mother’s family for three generations.”

When I gazed down at the box, I shook my head. “Now I really feel like I’m in Pretty Woman,” I remarked.

Caterina snorted behind me. “I’m pretty sure Quinn doesn’t know to snap the lid on your fingers.”

He frowned. “Why the hell would I do something like that?”

She and I both laughed. “Trust me. You’ll have to see the movie,” I replied.

“It sounds like torture,” he grunted.

Caterina grinned at him. “Maybe I can organize a movie night.”

“That would be wonderful,” I replied as Quinn merely rolled his eyes.

Turning my attention back to the box in Quinn’s hand, I asked, “Let’s see what you have for me.”

When he cracked the lid, an emerald and diamond necklace glittered up at me. “That’s exquisite.”

“I could say the same of you,” Quinn remarked.

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