Daisy's POV

"Right now?" I instinctively tightened my grip on the jewelry box, my heart skipping a beat.

Andrew straightened up, his tone calm and casual. "There's a nice spot nearby. Great food."

I bit my lip lightly. "But this jewelry—"

"Miss Daisy," he cut me off, his voice low but firm, leaving no room for argument, "I don't take back gifts."

The night breeze played with the hair on my forehead. Suddenly, he reached up and tucked a loose strand behind my ...