Page 3 of Summer Kisses

I threw my arms in the air. "Agree with Grandma that we are engaged?"

Brady put the truck into Reverse and backed out of the space. "Can we have this conversation at home? I don't want people thinking we're having our first fight."

"Ugh!" I groaned and turned to look out the window. "You're unbelievable."

Brady was quiet as he drove me to his house. He parked, and we got out, meeting on his porch like we had a million times before.

Inside, he took my hand and led me through the house to the back patio. His cottage was on the beach, and he loved sitting out here when he wasn't working or doing something with his family.

He started a fire.

I tapped my foot, waiting impatiently for him to be done. "Are you going to say something about what happened back there?"

"I rescued you."

"So you've said." I stood and paced in front of the fire, feeling his gaze on me. "But you've made everything worse."

He raised a brow. "How did I do that?"

"Grandma thinks that we're engaged. You know, about to be married." I pointed at the ring. "She's already planning an engagement party, a wedding. The whole shebang."

"You're the one who had a diamond ring on your finger. Care to tell me what that was about?"

I tipped my head to the side, my hands landing on my hips. "Are you insinuating that I'm dating someone?"

"I would hope not." He chuckled as he took a seat in one of the Adirondack chairs. "That would mean you're cheating on me."

I growled in frustration. "We are not engaged."

He raised a brow. "Where did that ring come from?"

"Grandma asked me to get her handkerchief. You know the embroidered one with her initials on it?"

Brady nodded.

Grandma had held it in her hands, wrapped around her bouquet when she married Grandpa. She said it was special to her because of that. "When I picked it up, a ring fell out of it. Do you think we picked up somebody else's ring?"

"We were the ones that set up for the bingo, and no one at our table was missing a ring. Otherwise, they would have said something."

I started pacing again. "That's probably true. But we should still try and find the owner."

Brady leaned back in his chair, his hands folded behind his head, his expression one of amusement. "How do you suggest we do that?"

"We could hang up flyers around town, post on the community page?—"

"But everyone thinks it's our ring, and that we're engaged."

I stopped pacing, my heart racing. "We have to tell them it was a mistake."

"That might work except I went along with the whole thing—agreed that we were engaged."

My brow furrowed. "Yeah, why did you do that? It made everything infinitely worse."

Brady shifted, leaning his elbows on his thighs, ever the picture of calm.

I always thought it had something to do with being the youngest Kingston brother. He took everything in and somehow managed to remain calm through all the chaos.

He blew out a breath. "It could work."

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