It was shaped like a pirate’s chest and had a big padlock on it. Frowning, he vaguely remembered telling his grandmother to get rid of his childhood toys. She’d had a garage sale about fifteen years back to help a family down the street when they’d lost all their belonging in a fire. He could have sworn she’d brought this whole chest down. He snorted, shaking his head. It would be so like her to hold onto it for sentimental reasons. Eying the padlock and the key he held, he knelt and tried the lock. It opened with a snick. He set the antique looking lock aside. Nothing prepared him for what he found within. There was an enormous box with a beautiful wedding gown inside. It wasn’t the one in the picture of his mother. Who’s bridal gown had this belonged to? His aunt? Why would it be here? Sifting through the mounds of aged tissue paper, he found a leather-bound diary, tied closed with a red ribbon. Gabriel’s eyes widened when he noticed a ring threaded through the ribbon. His jaw went. "Thank you, Michael. I'm glad we can get past this. I know kissing you was wrong. You came to me because you needed a shoulder to cry on and I threw myself at you." We were sitting close, we were talking like we never had before, we just got caught up in the moment. Actually, I rather enjoyed it." You're not angry with me?" I could never be angry with you, Reese." I'm so embarrassed about this whole thing, Michael. Can we just put it behind us?" Is that what you want?" Yes. I just want to forget that it happened," I said, knowing I could never forget how his lips felt on mine."Consider it forgotten," he replied, giving me another warm smile.We worked silently through most of the morning. When the lunch bell rang, I grabbed my purse and headed toward the elevator. While I was waiting for the elevator, Veronica asked where Michael and I were going for lunch. I told her I was eating lunch at the new café on the sixth floor today, alone. Michael was in the break room and he called out to.
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