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“Keep her busy,” he whispered, “for maybe fifteen minutes”

Cartier was just minutes away

He ran through the rain, found the s laid out on a tray in a private rooht one: a perfect, blue-white diaold

It was a classic, just like the woman ould wear it

He put the little red box in his pocket, raced back to Saks and found Sage agonizing over the bowling-ball case, the sack and a lunchbox—at least, that’s what they looked like to him

“Where were you?” she whispered “I wanted your opinion—”

“In the men’s room,” he said blithely, and told the clerk they’d take all three

Caleb Wilde, world-class problem-solver

“I keep telling you,” Sage said, all bluster but with so indescribably tender in her eyes, “that you’re impossible”

“I am,” he said somberly …

And then a funny thing happened

A lightning bolt ca

Itcertainty, he kneasn’t impossible at all

He was simply a man head over heels in love

CHAPTER TWELVE