“In answer to your question, sir, yes, I can order a band set with rubies,” the saleswoman remarked.
“How much more will that cost?” Ben asked.
“Let me check for you.”
The woman stepped to the side to her computer and told him the price would be the same. Ben pulled out his wallet.
“Well, Luke, speak now or forever hold your peace.”
Luke wrapped an arm around his shoulders. “Welcome to the family, Dad.”
“Thanks. Just don’t tell your mom how much this cost.”
As Ben folded her into his arms and kissed her soundly in front of her son, her stepfather, and Becky, June felt a little foolish for questioning his feelings for her. He’d spent quite a bit of time with his parents—more in this one week, he said, than he had in any six-month stretch since the shooting—but he’d declined their inv
