“What do you need to leave the house for?” Mason asked, clearly upset – and suspicious.
I brandished the gaudy pink ring like it was the most amazing thing in the world. “Because you gave me this. It’s beautiful and I love it, but none of my wedding jewelry matches.”
He crossed his arms stubbornly. “Then it’ll just stand out more.”
“It’ll claasshh,” I whined playfully, and he grinned. “I just want to make sure I’m perfect for you on our big day.”
Mason smiled hugely and pulled me in for a kiss. I forced myself to melt in his arms like I used to, to kiss him back.
“Fine, go ahead. But don’t be gone too long, okay?” Even now, there was an edge of threat to his voice.
I pretended not to hear it. “Of course, I’ll be home early. Maybe we can watch a movie or something.”
The fact that
