" Oh, Cole,” she said, “the jewelry box is lovely—”
“It’s not for jewelry.”
She gazed up at him, surprised by his somber
tone. “Then what—”
“It’s a memory box, Devon. Something in which to store all those memories you collect, so you’ll never lose a single one.” He paused, looking both tender and serious at once. “Unlike the wedding gift you gave me, this one comes with strings attached. If you accept it, I expect the next fifty years of your life in return to help fill it up.”
Devon bit her lip to hide a wayward, trembling smile. “Only the next fifty?”
He shrugged. “We can negotiate after that.”
She nodded, swallowing past the tight knot in her throat. “That sounds like a pretty fair deal to me. "

― Victoria Lynne , Captured