"Yes, it's all my fault." The man's large hand gently caressed her long hair that hung around her waist, "It's all my fault."
Hearing him so gently and compliantly admitting his mistake, Amelia didn't know what to say for a moment. So she too gently closed her eyes, resting her head on his reassuringly broad shoulders, and raised her hand to tightly embrace the man's neck.
Daniel Cooper was holding a treasure trove of warmth and softness, slowly becoming intoxicated, when suddenly he felt a chill on his neck and abruptly opened his eyes.
Then he took hold of the woman's arm that was around his neck and slowly pulled it down. Looking down, he indeed saw the sparkling diamond bracelet.
Amelia's head, which was resting on his shoulder, also lifted, following his gaze to look at her own wrist, and immediately understood what he was thinking.
