I shake my head. I don’t need anything fancy. I just need him. “Is it Grandma Pearl’s ring?” I ask.
Drew stills for a moment, then his grip tightens around my waist. “It was my mother’s ring,” he says, his voice low.
I fiddle with the button that holds the pocket closed. “Can I see it?”
He chuckles. “Is that going to make a difference?”
“No!” I say quickly. “Of course not. But it belonged to your mom. I want to see it because it was hers.”
“Okay,” Drew says gently, his voice so warm and full of love, I’m suddenly grateful his arms are around me to keep me upright.
Slowly, I unbutton the pocket and reach my hand in, pulling out a simple diamond solitaire that takes my breath away. I hold it with both hands, the glow from the overhead lights in Grandma Pearl’s kitchen glinting off the stone.
“Ask me,” I whisper.
“Marry me,” Drew says without a beat of hesitation.
I meet his eyes and smile. “Okay.”
Drew shakes his head, one hand leaving my waist long enough for him to run it through his hair. “Did that really just happen?”
I bite my lip and nod. “Can I put it on?”
He laughs and takes the ring, lifting my left hand and sliding the ring into place.
As fate would have it, it’s a perfect fit.
