Kevyn leaned over her and grabbed a small box out of the glove compartment.
“I wanted to wait until Christmas, but I thought maybe tonight would be a better time. Besides, I want you to have it for your next show.” He held the gift-wrapped box out to her.
Cory inched closer. It felt like a small bird was trapped inside her chest, beating its wings to get out. The box was bigger than a ring box. Okay, not that. She tugged at the ribbon, tore the paper off, and lifted the lid. Inside on a white satin cushion sat a perfect replica of a miniature gold horseshoe on a chain, a small diamond at the base of the shoe. She didn’t know what to say.
“I thought it would bring you luck,” Kevyn said, studying her face.
“It has already.” Cory pulled him to her and kissed his lips. They felt cold and chapped. She ran her tongue across, then separated them. The heater was starting to work.
Kevyn’s arms wrapped around her more tightly as the wind rocked the truck. Cory had always thought the stories in ballets were dull—princesses, love, and enchantment—but now she wasn’t so sure they were that dumb after all.
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