Page 83 of The Fine Line
“No, I mean…you don’t need to do that,” he repeats. “Because I have rings.”
My head tilts. “You…what?”
He pulls a small white felt box from his jacket pocket and flips it open.
Inside are three rings.
My mouth falls open.
“We can exchange them if you don’t like them,” he mutters, “but these will probably be better to use in the ceremony than whatever they have here, and could get us through the evening… unless you think people will analyze the ring that closely. You know what—they probably will, won’t they? Maybe we should just wait?—”
“Oh my God.”
Rhett’s shoulders stiffen, his gaze flicking between me and the ring box.
“You hate them.”
“They’re white gold.”
“That’s what you wear, isn’t it?”
It is. It’s all I wear.
But how the hell did he notice that?
“Yeah,” I say softly. Then, pointing to the wedding band, “Are those…pearls?”
He scratches his neck. “Yeah. You wear a lot of white, so I thought it might match well. But if you hate it?—”
“And this—” I point at the engagement ring. “Is this a pear cut diamond?”
He squints. “No idea. I just thought it looked like the stone on that necklace you wear sometimes when you get dressed up.”
I keep staring.
It sure does. Exactly like it. I’m wearing the very necklace right now.
My chest tightens, and I sink my teeth into my lower lip.
“Oh God, I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have even tried. We can use the placeholders. Or push the ceremony back an hour and find newones?—”
“No!” I cut him off. “They’re… they’re absolutely perfect.”
“Really?”
“Yeah,” I nod, my voice raspy. “So perfect I don’t even think I can accept them?—”
“Well, too bad. Because you gotta.”
“Rhett, this is too much. I didn’t agree to you becoming my sugar daddy.”
“Do you like them? Yes or no?”
“I love them.”
“Then they’re yours. There’s nothing more to say, Baby Bear.”
I narrow my eyes. “But?—”
