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I shook my head. "No."
My heart was racing, though.
"Quincy's the man we know was at your house the night your parents were killed," he said. "We're tracking down the others."
"I don't want to be left out, Aiden."
"I wouldn't do that to you," he promised. "Now come on. Let's leave this mess to Dominic to fix, he owes me. And you and I will go ring shopping."
Relief flooded me at the realization the two of them must have finally talked about how Dominic had sabotaged Gavin’s shipment. But I just nodded.
“I’d rather go shopping than grave-digging,” I said, though it was a fine line for me.
* * *
Aiden
Something I’d said had madeSelena’s pretty face soften into a smile, and she beamed at me over the corpse. That smile made me want to do anything for her.
"I'm glad you guys are still friends," she said.
"I'm not that jealous of any man," I said, even though I felt a distinct twinge of jealousy. I flashed her a smile as I made a joke that I meant: "As long as you choose me first."
She let out a laugh. "Well, you are about to become my fiancé."
I drove her to Tiffany's. As we parked outside, she said, "It's a bit cliche, isn't it?"
I started the car back up, and she put her hand over mine to stop me. "Stop. I love a good cliche."
"Oh?"
"Like fake dating the guy you're actually falling for? Yeah. This place seems like a fit for our story."
She got out of the car then, leaving me behind slightly shocked. I hadn't expected her to admit what was going on between us. I thought Selena was too guarded for that.
But she was also tougher than I had realized.
I held the door open for her as we entered Tiffany's.
The sound of our footsteps echoed through the upscale store as we made our way to the engagement ring section. Selena's eyes widened at the displays of sparkling diamonds and gemstones. I could tell she was enjoying herself, despite the circumstances that brought us here.
A sales associate approached us, introducing herself, then offering assistance.
As I looked at the rows of cases, all I could think of was how much I’d love to see herreallywear my ring.
"Let's start with a solitaire diamond, preferably round cut," I said. "Something classic and timeless. Then she can tell me if she hates it and we can go from there."
The associate brought out several options for us to look at, and as Selena tried them on, I couldn't help but imagine her wearing one of these rings for the rest of her life.
As she tried on the last ring, I noticed her hand was shaking slightly.
"Are you okay?" I asked her quietly.
She looked up at me, and for a moment, her eyes looked shiny with tears before she blinked them away and was back to her usual unflappable self.
"I'm fine," she said quickly, pulling her hand away. "It's just... it's a lot to take in. Even though it's not real."
"Go on," I prompted her.
