As you read the note left on the table by your husband, you couldn’t help the pang of irritation that flowed through your body. It was his Holiday shopping list and she was on it. Why? He’s with you. He doesn’t need to get Penny a gift. Let alone a gift as beautiful as an emerald. An emerald you probably mined. At the thought, you could hardly resist the urge of tearing the paper up and using it in your chicken coop. Your thoughts were interrupted when the perpetrator entered the house, his usual goofy grin on his face as he bound up to you like a golden retriever.