“Can I see it?”
Scott shrugged and reached to pull it off, but Lee stopped him. “No, you don’t need to. Just…” He took Scott’s hand in his own and pulled it closer. He didn’t look at Scott directly, but from the corner of his eye, he caught Scott’s eyes widening. He was being too bold and he knew it. But it was a pretty ring. On a pretty hand. Of a very pretty man. “Gorgeous.” Lee dragged his finger over the etching on the band. “I love the color of the stone. It’s so intense.” He looked up and smiled at Scott’s expression—a cross between an animal caught in a trap and a kid found with his hand in the cookie jar.
“Red,” Lee continued, softening his voice. “My favorite color.” He lifted his other hand and held Scott’s with both. “Wow. Your hands are freezing.”
“The cooler…” Scott said, b
