“Tomorrow. I need to pick up another helmet, and plan to make a pit stop in Tennessee.” Ghost checked the window again. Becks was holding her hand up to the light while looking at a ring on her finger. His heart did a little skip when she smiled, and he knew she’d found the ring she wanted.
As if she sensed his gaze, she looked over her shoulder at him—and that smile grew even wider. She waved him inside enthusiastically. Ghost nodded but held up his finger to indicate he needed another minute.
“I have to go. Becks just found our rings,” he told Lucky, a point of pride in his voice. “Get some prospects in touch with Ranger. Becks’ things need to be moved into our house by the time we get there tomorrow. They’re already packed up at her mom’s house.”
“Whatever you say, boss,” Lucky retorted. “Go get your ring. Demo already put an order in for her cut, too.”
Smart man, Ghost silently complimented his treasurer. “Appreciate it,” Ghost said before hanging up the phone as he headed inside. Slipping the phone into the front pocket of his jeans, he walked up to Becks and kissed her on the temple. “Find one you like?”
She covered up her hand, holding it to her chest. “I’m torn. I love this one, but not sure it’s you.”
Ghost had no idea what that meant. “If you love it, then that’s the one we’ll get.”
“They have a black gold version if you prefer.”
Again, Ghost had no clue what she was talking about. He’d never owned a ring or a necklace or any jewelry in his life. The closest thing he had was his dog tags. “Babe, I didn’t even know there was a color called ‘black gold’. So just choose what you want because you love it.” He’d seen her expression in the window, and knew even if it meant his matching ring was bright neon pink, that he would wear it.
Becks had said that she wanted to get couples rings, meaning that her engagement and wedding rings would match his ring. She’d claimed she didn’t need an engagement ring either, but Ghost reminded her that they technically were engaged for a total of thirteen minutes. To which she laughed and said she’d see what she could find.
Lowering her other hand, Becks raised her left in front of them. On her ring finger was a single silver band, thicker than Ghost expected, with a diamond in the center. Ghost was about to ask where her engagement ring was too when the saleswoman started talking.
“This model is white gold, eighteen karat bands.” She pointed to a bigger, wider band on a satin cloth on the top of the display cabinet in front of her. “It is a European style with a half carat princess diamond embedded in the lady’s band.”
“Half carat?” Ghost inquired. He didn’t know much about rings, but thought that seemed—he wasn’t sure—low, maybe?
“I don’t need anything flashy,” Becks said quickly, like she was defending her decision. “It’s beauty is subtle, and I love that. Plus,” she added, “it’s like a twofer. The diamond can also make it my engagement ring.”
“We have more expensive—” The saleswoman started, but Ghost cut her off by holding up her hand. She smartly closed her mouth instead of pressing the sale.
Ghost stepped in front of Becks, blocking the other woman from her view. “I don’t give a fuck about anyone’s opinion but yours,” he told her. “Don’t think about the price or tradition or anything else.” He held up her hand, pressing it to his chest in front of her. “Is this it? Is this your wedding ring, because once we buy it, it’s never coming off your hand. Is this your ring, Rebecca Keir?”
Her green eyes lit up at her new name. “This is my ring, Ghost. My only hesitation was if you wanted the white gold too, or would feel more comfortable with the black gold.”
He still had no idea what that meant, but thought it ridiculously sweet that she was trying to be considerate of his feelings. Emphasis on ridiculous, because he only cared for her happiness. “Then this is your ring.” He picked up her hand to bring it to his lips for a kiss. Turning to the saleswoman, he asked, “We’ll take them. What do you need from us?”
“Excellent!” the woman’s eyes practically lit up with cartoon dollar signs. “I’ll need to get you sized. Your fiancée?—”
“Wife,” he corrected.
She blinked. “Oh!” There was a small pause, like she was trying to figure out why they were shopping for wedding bandsafterthe wedding. When Ghost didn’t launch into a thrilling tale of true love and white steeds, she cleared her throat and moved on. “Yes. So, next step would be getting them sized. We also have the option of engraving them.”
Ghost let Becks handle that part, because he had no preference. The ring she had on her finger was slightly too small, his was too big, and Becks did choose to have them engraved, which meant they would not be taking them home with them.Once the saleswoman processed the transaction, they left the store.
They were sitting down at a restaurant for lunch when Becks said, “You didn’t even look at her.”
Ghost looked up from his menu where he’d been eyeing the triple-stack, bacon burger with a fried egg. “What?”
“The saleswoman at the jewelry store. She was flirting with you.”
Ghost’s eyebrows touched. “I hadn’t even noticed.”
Becks snorted, which was not the reaction he was expecting. “Look, I know we’re newlyweds and in the ‘honeymoon’ phase of not only the start of our marriage but also the start of our relationship, but we’re human, Ghost. I don’t expect you not to look. I’m not going to get crazy jealous if you check out another woman. Iwillget fucking pissed and shank you with a dull spoon if youtouchanother woman.”
Ghost folded the menu and put it down. “There are no other women, Becks. My ring might not be on your finger just yet, but that doesn’t change the vows we made.”
“Technically we didn’t make any vows,” she reminded him with a small smile.
“I don’t give a damn. I am not some frat boy who made a drunken mistake by marrying a girl he just met. I’m a man, a former SEAL, and the president of a motorcycle club. I take my vows and my promises seriously, and I never go back on my word.” He pointed between them. “This isn’t some fling for me, Becks, and if youeversee me checking out another woman, feel free to use that spoon.”
