Marietta
“That's a nice ring. On your finger.” He complimented. I frowned for a moment. What ring?
Then it occurred to me. My wedding ring. I gasped internally.
“Oh yes, it is a gift from...”
“Dad,” Nathan completed.
“Ah yes. My Dad. It fascinated me at a jewelry store, so he got it from me.”
He regarded me for a second, and I felt shy under his stare.
He reached for my glasses and adjusted them to rest properly.
“Your address?” I leaned forward and typed it into his car navigation system.
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I jerked forward slightly as he applied his brakes, and I realized he had arrived.
I gave him an appreciative smile. “Thank you.”
“It's nothing.” He waves off. He got out of the car like me and escorted me to the entrance of the building.
His arms crossed over his chest like a bar, and he
