“Morgan?” Julian called. “You awake?”
She pushed the cabinet closed, leaving the glass hidden, and turned on the faucet.
“Getting ready for work.”
He appeared in the doorway in his pajama pants, hair disordered. His eyes traveled to her bare neck before he looked at her face.
“Where’s your present?”
“In the jewelry box. I didn’t want to sleep in it.”
“Wear it today,” he said. “I’d like that.”
She managed a smile. “I might. I’m running late.”
He stood in the doorway longer than necessary. She could feel him deciding whether to push. Finally he said, “Don’t lose it. It was expensive.”
As soon as he went back to bed, Morgan wrapped the glass in the towel, placed it inside a sturdy food container, and carried it to her car. She had taken the bus for years, but her old Honda was parked behind the building for emergencies. This qualified.
