Remember When

I imagine people who come together in intense or dangerous situations often rush into things. All those emotions spiking. When things level off, they probably regret following those impulses."
    "Logical."
    "We could regret it if we move ahead the way we talked about before. We could regret rushing into a relationship, much less marriage."
    "We could." He tapped the spoon on the edge of the pot, then set it down and turned to her. "Do you care?"
    She pressed her lips together before they could tremble. There he was, at her stove, all tall and rangy, with those dangerous eyes and that easy stance. "No. No, I don't care. Not even a little."
    She flew into him, rising up on her toes when his arms clamped around her. "Oh God, I don't care. I love you so much."
    "Whew. That's good." His mouth crushed to hers, then softened, then lingered. "I don't care either. Besides, I just picked this up for you in New York. It'd be wasted if you wanted to start getting sensible on me now."
    He tugged the box out of his pocket. "Pretty sure I remember what you said you liked."
    "You took time to buy me a ring in all of this?"
    He blinked. "Oh. You wanted a ring?"
    "Smart-ass." She opened the box, and her heart turned slowly, beautifully, over in her breast as she stared at the square-cut diamond in the simple platinum setting. "It's perfect. You know it's perfect."
    "Not yet." He took it out, slipped it on her finger. "Now it is." He kissed her scraped knuckles just beneath it. "I'm going to spend my life with you, Laine. We'll start tonight with you sitting down there and me making you soup. Nothing intense about that."
    "Sounds nice. Nice and normal."
    "We can even bicker if you want."
    "That doesn't sound so bad either. Maybe before we do, we should get the rest of it out of the way. Can I see them?"
    He turned the soup down, opened the briefcase he'd set on the table. The sight of him taking out the piggy bank made her laugh and lower to a chair.
    "It's horrible really, to think I might've been killed over what's in the belly of a piggy bank. But somehow it's not. It's just so Jack."
    "A rep of the insurance company will be picking them up tomorrow." He spread a newspaper, picked up the little hammer he'd found in the mudroom. "Want the honors?"
    "No. Be my guest."
    It took a couple of good whacks before he could slide the padding out, then the pouch. He poured the sparkling waterfall in it into Laine's hand.
    "They don't get less dazzling, do they?"
    "I like the one on your finger better."
    She smiled. "So do I."
    While he dumped the shards and newspaper, she sprinkled the diamonds onto velvet. "They'll have half of them back now. And since Crew's been identified and captured, they might find the rest of them where he lived, or in a safe-deposit box under his name."
    "Maybe. Might have a portion of them stashed that way. But he didn't go to Columbus, he didn't take something to that kid out of the goodness of his heart or a parental obligation. The ex and the son have something, or know something."
    "Max, don't go after them." She reached out for his hand. "Let it go. They're only trying to get away from him. Everything you told me says she's just trying to protect her child, give him a normal life. If you go after them, she'll feel hunted, she'll run again. I know what that's like. I know what it was like for my mother until she found some peace, until she found Rob. And my father, well, he's a thief and a con, and a liar, but he's not crazy, he's not a killer."
    She nudged the diamonds toward him. "No amount of these is worth making that innocent boy live with the fact that his father's a killer. They're just stones. They're just things."
    "Let me think about it."
    "Okay." She got up, kissed the top of his head. "Okay. Tell you what. I'll put a couple of sandwiches together to go with this soup. You can cross-check the diamonds with your list. Then we'll put them away and eat like boring, normal people."
    She got up to get the bread. "So when do you suppose I can get my car back from New Jersey?"
    "I know a guy who'll transport it down. Couple of days." He set to work. "I'll run you around meanwhile, or you can use my car."
    "See, boring and normal. Mustard or mayo on the ham?"
    "Mustard," he said absently, then fell into silence with the dog snoring at his feet.
    "Son of a bitch."
    She glanced back. "Hmm?"
    He shook his head. "Let me do this again."
    Laine cut the sandwiches she'd built in two. "Doesn't add up, does it?" She set