Suppressing a sigh—fully expecting a fancy pair of earrings or some other expensive bauble that a prince might give to a woman he’d scorned, maybe even belonging to the woman he’d just been romping with—I opened the box.
My breath caught.
“My mother’s ring!” I exclaimed, pulling it out and holding it up to the light. It looked freshly cleaned, so much so that it was sparkling in the light. “You found it!”
Isaac nodded. “I looked all over,” he said, gesturing to his disheveled state. I bit my lip, realizing that that was where he’d been—not with another woman, but looking for my ring.
Tears began to mist my eyes, utterly touched by his gesture, but I quickly blinked them away. Just as I was about to slip the ring onto my pinky finger, he grabbed both the ring and my hand. Ca
