Gray
“Have my boys gotten the rest of the evidence to you?” I ask Terry, tossing the black velvet box in my hands up in the air and catching it casually.
“It literally just arrived.” I could hear the smile in his voice.
“Is it weird that I am feeling nostalgic?” he suddenly asked me.
I rolled my eyes.
“You have always been the sappy motherfucker between us.” I grinned.
“That's very convenient from a man who's wrapped around the pinkie of a certain tiny dark-haired woman. Oh, and did I mention that some of my men sighted you at a jewellery store today? I am dead sure that you didn't step in there to get a change of wristwatch.” He snickered.
“Screw you, Terry,” I said through my teeth.
He laughed.
“You are proposing, huh?” he asked softly.
I exhaled, a wistful smile playing on my
