“What, Enzo? What’s your reason for not wearing the ring?”
My wife demanded, furious that I wasn’t wearing our wedding ring. She was angry, but I couldn’t deny how beautiful she looked when she was mad. For me, she only got more attractive, even with her brows pulled together. And the dress she was wearing didn’t help—elegant, fitted, impossible to ignore.
It hit me then: other men were going to see her at the university. Men who didn’t know she was mine. The thought made my jaw tighten. I couldn’t let anyone get close to her.
“I told you the reason before,” I said calmly, though I couldn’t drag my eyes away from her. “No one knows we’re married yet. In my family, only Dale knows. And I told him not to say anything, especially to my father.”
“Is that your reason?” she asked, one bro
