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He clenched his back teeth. What the hell had he been thinking when he’d suggested she be his fake wife? That she’d quietly go along with all his suggestions? That this would be easy?
“Kaylee has a point.” Isabelle’s tone was soothing. “On her hand, the stone may look bigger than you expect.”
Was Isabelle part counselor? Maybe a referee?
While Jean Claude returned the large-carat diamonds to the back, Isabelle sipped from a bottle of water.
A few minutes later, the man brought out a different tray and placed it on top of a display case.
“Is there something here you might like, Kaylee?”
Of course she pointed to a few of the smaller stones.
“Excellent choices.” Isabelle nodded, then offered her jeweler’s loupe to him. “I’m certain you’d like to examine them, Evan?”
“I would.” A few minutes later, he’d narrowed the selection to one uniquely perfect diamond.
Kaylee slipped on an empty setting and Isabelle gently fit the stone between the prongs. As Kaylee moved her finger, light refracted in a million directions. “Wow. This is…” She glanced at him.
Fucking stunning. As if it belonged there.
What the hell was wrong with him?
He was a bastard who planned to never risk his heart again. Even the thought of marriage or love was off limits.
So why in the fuck was he standing here, dumbfounded, staring at her, his desire for her slamming into a need to possess her forever?
And worse, why was he so damn obsessed with the determination to act on that urge?
CHAPTERFIVE
For the space of a heartbeat, nothing more, connection sparked between him and Kaylee. Then she blew out a breath and looked away.
“Spectacular,” Isabelle approved, breaking the spell. “The ring was made for you. It couldn’t be more perfect.”
No matter how he tried, Frost couldn’t keep his opinion to himself. “It would be better if it had a bigger diamond.”
Both women scowled at him. Reluctantly he admitted he probably deserved that.
“Anything more might overwhelm her hand.”
“It’s a risk I’m willing to take.” Why the hell was this so important to him?
Though Isabelle’s reprimand was light, steely force laced it. “The most important thing is Kaylee’s happiness, Evan.”
If the ring were something she was going to wear for the rest of her life, a symbol of their shared commitment, he’d have pressed his point. And maybe he could talk her into something larger at a later date.
“Would you like a wedding band to go with this?”
“Yes,” Frost said.
“No,” Kaylee corrected immediately.
Once again, Isabelle was the picture of calm. “Many brides are opting to forgo bands entirely. This is so stunning it doesn’t need any accompaniment. Anniversary bands can be added at any time.”
Which was something he could tell his grandmother he was planning to do later. “Fine,” he agreed, even if he didn’t enjoy continually being thwarted.
“You can pick this up in a few hours,” Isabelle promised. “Go, have lunch. Enjoy the city sights.”
