Miss Shaw’s eyes widened at his statement, and she looked down at her hand in his, at the strip of skin that seemed to be lighter toned than the other parts of skin on her ring finger.
“God, no.” She stepped back, trying to pull her hand away, but he held on to her firmly.
What did she mean, no?
This was clearly a finger that had worn a ring for a long time.
“I was engaged,” she said, and the relief he felt made him feel dizzy.
He still did not let her go. Now that he had an excuse to hold her, he was reluctant to let her go.
“What happened?” he asked, his breathing finally steady again.
The emotion he saw in Miss Shaw’s face at that moment frightened him.
He had never seen anyone look so hateful and angry.
“He was a fool,” she said finally.
“How foolish,” he said on impulse
