Drew got out the cold cuts and the jar of mayo and set them on the counter in the beach rental. He checked out the huge wall of windows that faced the water just to make sure Dixie and Gretchen were still knee-deep in the ocean.
Of course they were. He’d been in the house for less than sixty seconds. He could count on Dixie to beg and whine to stay in the water until Gretchen dragged her in to eat. So he had plenty of time to get the diamond out, get it set right in the middle of the table, right where Gretchen couldn’t miss it.
But he wasn’t sure if he should.
shouldGretchen had expressly said she didn’t want to even talk about engagement rings. He hadn’t told her he’d gone to Wedding Row and bought her a ring. Hadn’t told her that he’d talked to Mabel about a spring wedding. Hadn’t to
