“She will.”
“I want Mercy there somehow.”
“We can marry on the dock.”
“What if it rains?”
“It will.”
“Then indoors.”
“We’ll decide later.”
I looked at the ring.
“Put it on me.”
Reid’s hands shook.
He took the band from the box.
“Last chance.”
“Cal.”
“Right.”
He slid it onto my finger.
The metal settled against my skin.
Not a memory.
A beginning.
I held up my hand.
“It fits.”
“I measured one of your old rings.”
“Clever.”
“I stole it from the bathroom drawer.”
“Criminal.”
“Worth it.”
I touched his cheek.
“You need one.”
“What?”
“A ring.”
“This one was for you.”
