Page 9 of Heather's Truth


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He reached for her hand once more. “It won’t be.”

His hazel eyes gave new meaning to smoldering. Her pulse kicked up and she kicked it right back down. This was an act, capital A-C-T.

An act she could play along with if it meant bringing an end to the dogfighting ring. She sent him a smile infused with all the romantic hopes she knew this man wouldn’t fulfill.

Not for her.

She reached for the door when he parked.

“One more thing,” he said.

She waited, wondering if it would be another reminder that she was about to venture into the big, bad city. “Yes?”

He opened a box and pulled out a ring. A diamond ring. Appropriate for an engagement. “Put this on.”

“Pardon me?” She leaned away from the sparkling monstrosity nestled in sapphire velvet.

“We’re celebrating tonight.”

“Celebrating what?”

“You said yes.”

She stared at him, felt the lack of even her most distant smile. “You should have discussed this with me.”

“Why? You’re not seeing anyone.”

His stark analysis didn’t make it any easier to hear. “You are a very rude person.”

“I’m focused.” He sighed. “Try it on. I had to guess at the size.”

She cursed her trembling hand as she yanked the ring out of the box and slid the cool platinum over the ring finger of her left hand. “A perfect fit. I’m so enchanted,” she said with plenty of sarcasm.

“Good. Now here’s what happens when we’re—”

“How?” she interrupted, flexing and stretching her fingers, getting used to the weight on her hand. On the rare occasion when she had thought how a diamond might land on her hand, she never pictured anything like this.

“Heather, listen.”

She was listening as much as she dared. “How did you know my ring size?”

“Educated guess.”

“Educated? You worked as a jeweler before the FBI?”

“No. And that’s not the point. Our reservation is in fifteen minutes.”

“Then you should have brought up this development earlier.”

“We’ll have dinner. Discuss mundane things like family and weddings.”

Family and romance were mundane. Duly noted. “As ourselves or do we have code names?”

“As ourselves.”

That made life easier. “Then what?”

“I’ll watch who comes and goes tonight while we’re at the restaurant. We’ll go back to my place and discuss our options while we wait and see what happens next.”

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