He raised Apolo’s fingers to his lips.
The jeweler returned with a pair of small boxes. “This is the highest carat stone we have on hand. It’s on a narrower band—”
“No,” Harlan said with a glance at the ring. “It’s not the right shape.”
“No. Of course we could reset any stone, but if you’re pressed for time, perhaps this heavier piece?”
The next pair of rings were shaped like class rings, a heavier band that widened to surround a two-carat diamond with smaller diamonds clustered asymmetrically around it.
“Blingy bling,” Apolo said, admiration under the mockery.
The rings fit them. Harlan didn’t believe in signs, but…“These,” he said.
Apolo didn’t object, although he made a slightly shocked sound as Harlan paid for them. “I’ll give it back when you divorce me,” he said out of the cor
