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racing nerves. “I don’t know what to say.” Her voice came out high and squeaky.
“‘Yes’ would work.” Gavin’s gray eyes sparkled, much like the glittering ring in his palm. Odd that it lay flat in his hand. Didn’t men in the movies usually hold it between their fingers?
But this wasn’t a movie. It was her life. Which had suddenly taken such a strange turn that she hardly knew who she was anymore, let alone how she should react.
“But we only just met. You don’t know me.” What if he married her, then realized she was just boring old Bree, not the fantasy woman he’d built up in hismind? “You probably think I’m a lot more exciting and interesting than I really am.”
Gavin cocked his head. “You should have more faith in yourself.” He eased closer on the bed and rested his free hand at her waist. “We’ve spent hours talking and you’re undoubtedly the most thoughtful, intelligent and interesting person I’ve ever met.”
“Am I really?” The question flew out before she could stop it. How embarrassing to go fishing for a compliment like that.
“No question about it. And that’s not all. I’m entranced by your beauty, too.”
“Oh, come on.” She blushed. “I’m hardly a head turner.”
“That’s where you are so wrong. Heads turn wherever you go.”
Bree bit her lip. Elle’s makeover had apparently had its intended effect. She’d never attracted so much attention in her life as she had in the past couple of weeks. Even the time she’d accidentally worn two unmatched shoes to school on Awards Day.
“I’d be a good husband.”
“I’m sure you would.”
But doubts still niggled. Why was he trying so hard to sell himself? Couldn’t they date for a while and test each other out more?
“I’d cherish and honor and ravish you.” A mischievous gleam lit his eyes. A flash of desire echoed in Bree’s belly. “Why don’t you just try it on?” He shrugged, as if it was something casual. Try on an engagement ring and see how the whole engagement experience feels.
Bree shrugged, trying to conceal the odd mass of feelings roiling in her stomach.
“Why not?” Her squeaky voice betrayed her apprehension.
Gavin held the ring for her. She raised her hand. She rarely wore jewelry at all, and never on that finger. Everyone knew it was bad luck to put anything but an engagement ring on it. She’d never really expected to put a ring on that finger, resigned as she was to her quiet life with her cats.
Now a new realm of possibilities glittered, facets shimmering in the dim light. She poked out her naked finger, clutching the sheets about her with her other hand. A shiver of fear and excitement slashed through her as the cool metal touched her skin. Would it be too small? She wasn’t a petite little thing, though her hands were probably the most delicate part of her. Would it stick firm over a knuckle and refuse to budge?
That would be a sign.
But it slid on, smoothly, all the way to the right spot.
“A perfect fit.” Gavin’s triumphant gaze fixed on hers.
“It is. How did you manage that?”
“Pure luck. And I think it’s a message from the universe that it fits so well.” He stroked her hand where the ring glittered on her finger. “I don’t know how you’ll feel about this, but it’s a special ring. It belonged to my grandmother, who was married to the love of her life for fifty-seven years.”
The three stones sat in a pretty setting. Looking at it now, she could see it was probably designed in the twenties. “It’s lovely.”
The ring buzzed a little against her skin. She wasn’t sure how she felt about wearing someone else’s weddingring. It seemed to underscore the sensation that she’d accidentally stepped into someone else’s life.
“My grandmother was very special to me. She gave me the ring in her will so I could give it to my wife one day. I can’t believe how well it fits you. Like it was made for you.”
Bree gulped. Now that the
“‘Yes’ would work.” Gavin’s gray eyes sparkled, much like the glittering ring in his palm. Odd that it lay flat in his hand. Didn’t men in the movies usually hold it between their fingers?
But this wasn’t a movie. It was her life. Which had suddenly taken such a strange turn that she hardly knew who she was anymore, let alone how she should react.
“But we only just met. You don’t know me.” What if he married her, then realized she was just boring old Bree, not the fantasy woman he’d built up in hismind? “You probably think I’m a lot more exciting and interesting than I really am.”
Gavin cocked his head. “You should have more faith in yourself.” He eased closer on the bed and rested his free hand at her waist. “We’ve spent hours talking and you’re undoubtedly the most thoughtful, intelligent and interesting person I’ve ever met.”
“Am I really?” The question flew out before she could stop it. How embarrassing to go fishing for a compliment like that.
“No question about it. And that’s not all. I’m entranced by your beauty, too.”
“Oh, come on.” She blushed. “I’m hardly a head turner.”
“That’s where you are so wrong. Heads turn wherever you go.”
Bree bit her lip. Elle’s makeover had apparently had its intended effect. She’d never attracted so much attention in her life as she had in the past couple of weeks. Even the time she’d accidentally worn two unmatched shoes to school on Awards Day.
“I’d be a good husband.”
“I’m sure you would.”
But doubts still niggled. Why was he trying so hard to sell himself? Couldn’t they date for a while and test each other out more?
“I’d cherish and honor and ravish you.” A mischievous gleam lit his eyes. A flash of desire echoed in Bree’s belly. “Why don’t you just try it on?” He shrugged, as if it was something casual. Try on an engagement ring and see how the whole engagement experience feels.
Bree shrugged, trying to conceal the odd mass of feelings roiling in her stomach.
“Why not?” Her squeaky voice betrayed her apprehension.
Gavin held the ring for her. She raised her hand. She rarely wore jewelry at all, and never on that finger. Everyone knew it was bad luck to put anything but an engagement ring on it. She’d never really expected to put a ring on that finger, resigned as she was to her quiet life with her cats.
Now a new realm of possibilities glittered, facets shimmering in the dim light. She poked out her naked finger, clutching the sheets about her with her other hand. A shiver of fear and excitement slashed through her as the cool metal touched her skin. Would it be too small? She wasn’t a petite little thing, though her hands were probably the most delicate part of her. Would it stick firm over a knuckle and refuse to budge?
That would be a sign.
But it slid on, smoothly, all the way to the right spot.
“A perfect fit.” Gavin’s triumphant gaze fixed on hers.
“It is. How did you manage that?”
“Pure luck. And I think it’s a message from the universe that it fits so well.” He stroked her hand where the ring glittered on her finger. “I don’t know how you’ll feel about this, but it’s a special ring. It belonged to my grandmother, who was married to the love of her life for fifty-seven years.”
The three stones sat in a pretty setting. Looking at it now, she could see it was probably designed in the twenties. “It’s lovely.”
The ring buzzed a little against her skin. She wasn’t sure how she felt about wearing someone else’s weddingring. It seemed to underscore the sensation that she’d accidentally stepped into someone else’s life.
“My grandmother was very special to me. She gave me the ring in her will so I could give it to my wife one day. I can’t believe how well it fits you. Like it was made for you.”
Bree gulped. Now that the
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