"Tate gave me your birthday present when you were here before," she confessed. "I put it on top of the cabinet in the dining room and forgot to give it to you. Here, I'll fetch it!" Cecily felt as if she'd had the wind knocked out of her just at the sound of his name. She could almost taste him on her mouth, feel the fierce hunger of his body as he pressed her into the wall... "He remembered my birthday," she said faintly, touched. "He always remembers it, but he said you weren't speaking then." She handed the small box to Cecily. "Go on," she said when the younger woman hesitated. "Open it." Cecily's hands went cold and trembled as she tore off the wrappings. It was a jewelry box. I wasn't a ring, of course, she told herself as she forced up the hinged lid. He certainly wouldn't buy her a... "The beast!" she exclaimed. "Oh, how could he?" Leta looked over her shoulder at what was in the box and dissolved into gales of laughter. Cecily glared at her. "It isn't funny." "Oh, yes it is!" Cecily looked back down at the silver crab with its ruby eyes and pearl claws, and one corner of her mouth tugged up. "He is pretty, isn't he?" She took the pin out of the box and studied it. It wasn't silver. It was white gold. Those were real rubies and pearls, too. This hadn't been an impulse purchase. He'd had this custom-made for her. Tears stung her eyes. It was the sort of present you gave to someone who meant something to you. She remembered his passionate kisses, and wished with all her heart that he'd meant those, too. She pinned the small crab onto the collar of her blouse and knew that she'd treasure it as long as she lived."