Jean was about to head for the door when Logan stopped her with a soft call, "Wait."
She turned, puzzled. "What?"
He nodded toward the coffee table near the staircase.
Jean's gaze followed… and her breath caught.
Two small, elegant boxes rested there, side by side like a secret waiting to be revealed.
She walked over, slowly, her heels silent on the polished floor. "Rings?"
Logan came up beside her, his voice quiet but sure. "Emma and Henry picked them up the day of our wedding. But that day was already… too much. I didn't want to pressure you into wearing them then."
Jean stared at the boxes, her heart thudding. She hadn't thought about rings. Not really. Maybe because a part of her never expected the marriage to be this difficult.
Even though it's fake, she didn't think through the rest. It wasn't a calculative move but an impulsive one.
She swallowed hard. "And now?"
Logan picked up the smaller box, flipped it open with a practiced elegance, and held it out to her.
