Eleanor was nervous as they again mounted the bike. Today was almost too much with breakfast in bed, their picnic lunch and now the tattoo. Just what was Caine planning? She certainly wasn’t expecting him to pull up in front of a jewelry store.
“Caine, what are we doing here?”
“You’ll see.”
He led her inside, ignoring the startled looks of the other patrons. Eleanor could hardly blame them for being apprehensive as Caine strode in like he owned the place, wearing his faded jeans, leather cut and boots. He looked more like he was going to rob the place than buy something. As they reached the counter, the nervous clerk glanced at the security cameras, wondering if they were truly a deterrent.
“C-can I help you?” she stuttered.
“We’re here to buy an engagement ring,” Caine said. “The be
