For Danica

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Since he'd been there, Coop had come to realize that there were two kinds of spontaneous gifts given by the Island: the good kind, and the kind that made people want to curl up in a fetal position and cry.

The only reason he wasn't currently in tears probably had something to do with the fact that, this time, the bad kind of gift had come with complimentary booze. A giant bottle of it.

It also came with a bike taxi, complete with streamers and 'Just Married' sign attached to the back, just in case the suit he'd found in his room wasn't enough of a slap in the face. Or the ring.

A fucking ring.

He was seated in the back of the rickshaw now, fingers curled around the neck of the bottle of champagne, wearing the new suit jacket he'd tried on to get a feel for the fit. The ring was a heavy weight in his pocket, but it didn't compare to the one he felt crushing his chest.

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"Maybe more," Danica conceded, giving him a pat on his knee. "We'll see." Just to prove her good mood was actual real, she added, "By the way, I like your suit. It really adds to the 'jackpot' look."

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Coop smiled, glancing down over his new jacket and rubbing at his sleeve.

"You should get new jewelry more often." Not because she necessarily deserved it, but because he thought maybe the Island deserved more of this side of Danica.

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"That's why I have you." It was now, anyway. Fitch had raised the bar, so Danica was fully expecting him to live up to it in the future.

If he was lucky, he would have caught a glimpse of her smile before she left another kiss on his lips.

"Let's go." She took the bottle in one hand and his hand in the other, standing and moving to climb back down to earth. "Married men turn me on."