"Do you have any preference on wearing a ring, or what kind of ring I should wear?" Lynda"s question drew Dylan"s attention from where he sat on the floor in front of the sofa installing a couple more things on to his new computer.
"I hadn"t thought about it." He turned to watch her. "At least not as far as whether or not I would wear one. I do have one for you, if you would like it."
Lynda blinked as if he"d surprised her.
"You have a ring for me?"
Dylan shrugged.
"It was my grandmother"s. She gave it to me a few years ago when she passed away to give to my bride when the time came."
"And you want to give it to me?"
Dylan looked away a moment, then turned back. Could he tell her he was falling for her? Would his honesty scare her? Did it matter?
"I would, if you want it." D
