Stephan Exacts Retribution
WHATEVER HAD POSSESSED HER to agree to telling stories at breakfast?
Reluctantly, Thomi crawled out of bed and padded across to the bathroom. She took a long shower, letting the water soothe what ailed her, both physically and mentally. It helped until the water turned cold. As she draped her robe about her, the ring, still lying upon the sink, winked accusingly at her.
Her fingers closed around it, choking off its censure, and she took it back to her room.
Retrieving the bunny from the floor where it’d stayed all night, she parked the ring under its little paw. Debated her feelings while she dressed.
Yes, yes, all right—he’d won! But hold up, Heart, she wasn’t ready to proclaim herself his. Not with the finality of a ring. Yet, if she lost him . . .! Her he
