“Oh.” She flushed. “Oh, no. You don’t have to…”
“I know I don’t have to. I want to. Even though I highly doubt it’ll fit you.”
She slid it on to her middle finger, twisted it around, tried her thumb. “No go.”
“I’ll get you a necklace,” King said. “You can wear it around your neck. Like high school all over again.”
She giggled, and he watched as her whole face lit up. “I never had a boy give me a ring in high school.”
“No? What kind of dickheads did you go to school with?”
“Oh, no. They weren’t the problem. I was.”
“I simply refuse to believe that.”
“It’s true.” Naomi turned the ring around and around on her finger, absently. “I had my hands full with my Mom. Dating wasn’t really on my radar.”
King paused. “You want to talk about her?”
Naomi opened her mouth to answer when the wai
