On the night that I told him I was pregnant, I’d agreed to marry him.
I’d worn that fifty-dollar Walmart ring ever since.
The only time that I didn’t have it on was when I played a game, and then I tied it in my shorts.
“I lost the ring once when I was playing a game,” I said. “I spent six hours trying to find it with a metal detector.”
He blinked as he caught my hand and stared at the ring.
“We need to get you a new one.”
I was already shaking my head. “Nope. This one is perfect.”
He scowled. “It’s cheap.”
“It’s mine,” I said fiercely.
He sighed. “You’re stubborn.”
“If you say so.”
“I know so.”
The pounding came next from the bathroom window.
Luckily it was frosted, or she’d see more of her son’s bare ass.
“She watched us through the window,” I said as I reached for the soap.
“I know.” He shrugged as he caught the shampoo and started lathering it into his hair.
My shampoo.
God, I loved him.
He always had it in stock.
And when I told him that I changed shampoos once a few years ago, the next time I came to visit he had the new stuff waiting.
What did I do to deserve this man?
The pounding on the window sounded again.
“Call the police,” I said. “Maybe that’ll jump-start her arrest.”
He frowned thoughtfully. “Maybe I should make her hit me.”
My grin lit up. “I know how to rile her up…”
Fifteen
I don’t even care about my foot hanging off the end of the bed anymore. Come get me, demons. Take me home.
—Boone’s secret thoughts
Boone
I hit send on the text to Denver and my dad, then switched apps.
