"I would never," Crew started the second I walked through the front door, silenced almost immediately thereafter when I threw myself at him, locked my arms around his neck and my mouth on his and shut him up already.
Because, duh, Turner. Just duh.
When I leaned back, catching my breath, he grinned like it was funny or something. Almost earned himself a smack for that attitude. Until he held out one hand, tight in a fist, with a bit of a flourish. I offered my own. Crew upended his over my empty palm, a small, warm bit of metal coming to rest there. I stared in shock and then delight down at the small butterfly clip, three gems missing from one wing, now in my possession.
I looked up at him, caught his slow wink, and shook my head. "Crew Turner," I said. "Where did you get this?"
"Someone made the mistake of leaving it on her desk," he said. "I figured I'd make sure it got back where it belonged."