Chapter Thirty
Margaret gave a little laugh. “I think you’re acting like a man in love, to be honest.”
He tried to laugh. Truly, he did, because what she said was absolutely correct. He was in love. “The problem is that I don’t know how Tina feels. I need to speak to her.” He spun away, his anger returning in full force. “But I can’t do that until Martin comes back with that damned ring!”
“Why not? You don’t need a ring to talk to her. You can ask her how she feels—after revealing your feelings first, of course—without asking her to marry you.”
“But you see, I think I’ve done that. I mean, I feel as if I’ve done it,” he said, trying to keep the exasperation out of his voice.
“What do you mean? When?”
“Before I sent Martin to Warwick for the ring the first time. I, er, when I went to
