I look up at him, widening my eyes in warning. “You shouldn’t spend a ton on the ring,” I whisper.
“Which style do you like best? We’ll go from there,” Sharon suggests.
“Nothing fancy,” I reply.
Heath nudges me. “Emerald cut or oval?”
“Oval.”
“Oval or pear?”
“Oval.”
“Oval or solitaire?”
“Oval,” I repeat for the third time.
“We’d like to see an oval-shaped engagement ring. Something with a wedding band, too,” he tells Sharon. Then he turns back to me. “Silver or gold?”
“Gold.”
Sharon hurries off to get her measuring tools and a few ring choices for us to try.
I pull Heath aside. “You shouldn’t do this! You don’t need to waste money on a ring.”
“It’s not a waste.”
“Heath!”
“I want to do this, Sienna. Come on. Humor me.”
I sigh, turning back to Sharon as she reappears. She measures my finger, and we go from there. I try to pick a smaller size diamond, but Heath isn’t having it.
“That one,” he says, pointing to the biggest diamond.
“Ah, excellent choice! This is a six-carat oval?—”
“Heath!” I interrupt.
“We’ll take it,” he says.
I throw my arms up as he follows Sharon over to pay.
He joins me at the door and smiles as he wraps his arm around my shoulder and leads me outside.
“Wait,” he says, stopping me before I can get in the car.
I turn to face him. “What?”
“This belongs to you.” He grabs my hand and slips the ring onto my ring finger.
It fits perfectly, and I can’t stop staring at it, admiring the way the diamond glitters and shines in the light.
“Now, groceries?” he asks.
I look up at him and smile. “Yeah, let’s go.”
We drive to Wolf Valley Market and load up on everything we’ll need for the next few days, then return to Heath’s place to unload it.
