Chapter Seventeen

Maddie didn't know what to do with Drew anymore.

Every morning since they came back from their honeymoon, she woke up to a gift by her bedside table. She ought to be angry at the infringement of privacy, but she had to admit, it was quite sweet.

Each gift was accompanied by a card containing a handwritten poem — who knew the rich boy had so many talents?

The first gift had been a bracelet of different precious stones. It's poem had read:

Eyes as green as the meadow

Heart as vast as the ocean

Hard to learn, but once gotten

Remains a loyal friend forever.

This morning's had been a loose gown made with Burano lace and a simple but elegant gold necklace. It's poem had been about how she should be draped with the world's finest because she was the finest woman he had ever met.

When she brought up the gifts in their conversations, his answers was always either, "friends give each other gifts" or "you are my woman and my father taught me to take care the woman I call mine." And he always thr