We blurted out at the same time.
“That doesn’t make much sense.” He pulled out a folder. “Miss Jenna has a huge family in Washington State. I took a peek at one of her aunt’s Facebook pages.”
“Why are you stalking my relatives on social media?” I asked.
“To make sure this is real, obviously.” He smirked, pulling out a sheet.
I swallowed, feeling like the world was about to open up and devour me whole.
“Right here—your Aunt May,” he read.
“There’s not a peep of excitement in her feed about an engagement, and I went back years.
There is, however, a ‘Please pray that Jenna’s boss gets hit by a bus this year’ post.”
“She’s joking.” I feigned a smile. “It’s just a joke.”
“She seems to have made that same exact joke three years in a row.”
“We’re keeping the engagement a surprise,” Nicholas said.
“We’re going to see her family in Washington for Christmas. We’re staying a few days.”
“Okay. And what about your family, Mr. Saint?”
“That’s not possible.”
“Your mother isn’t available?”
“I said it’s not possible.” His voice went cold. “Drop it.”
“Fair.” He clicked his pen.
“No ring?” He glanced at my hand. “Surely you’ve bought her something by now?”
“She doesn’t wear it at work.”
“Can I see it?”
Silence.
“Is that a yes or a no?”
“You can see iteventually,” Nicholas said.
“Right now would be good.”
“Can you get it from my desk?” he asked me. “Bottom right drawer.”
I walked to his office and opened the drawer, finding a black velvet box.
The glittering pink diamonds were cold against my skin as I slid it onto my finger—perfect fit.
Returning to the scene of the lies, I held out my hand.
“Holy wow,” Mr. Reaves said. “How many carats is that thing?”
“Seven,” Nicholas said.
