“I left your anniversary gift in our room. On the nightstand. I’m sorry it’s late, but I think you’ll really love it.”
“You got me a gift?” He sounded surprised, pleased even. “You didn't have to do that, Mo.”
“I wanted to,” I said, a small, genuine smile touching my lips. “It’s very… revealing. It shows exactly how much I know you.”
“I can’t wait to open it,” he chuckled. “I love you, Maureen. See you tomorrow.”
“See you,” I said.
I hung up. I couldn't wait to see his face when he opened the PERFECT gift I prepared.
