"I barely knew Christine when I met her, and I wanted to give her the world," he said off-handedly. "Buying a shop is not going to break my finances, I'm certain. I could round up clientèle for you with the company's employees." Then his expression turned as his stomach clenched. "Gary? Who is that?" There was a voice in the back of his head that told him to swallow that old jealous part of himself. The one who liked to covet. "Nevermind. You don't have to tell me." It was probably best she didn't.