Page 42 of Stolen Kiss

“Do I need to?”

“That’s debatable. How modern is the Turner attitude these days?”

“I know all about Heidi Shaw, Jason Turner. That’s why I’ve called you here. You need to choose a ring.”

“I’ve only had two dates. I’m not proposing marriage.”

“Nevertheless, whether it’s Miss Shaw or another woman, you need to give her a Turner ring.”

“Why?”

“It’s tradition.”

“Tradition died with my father. Sod tradition.”

“Jason Turner,” she barked. “While I’m alive, we will do things the Turner way.”

Sighing dramatically and feeling fifteen again, he slumped his shoulders and took the seat next to his aunt.

“I may never get married,” Jason said.

“Choose a ring,” she barked.

Jason looked over at the velvet cushion with two dozen rings in them. If he did propose to Heidi Shaw one day, none of these suited her. He scanned the rows and picked out the biggest diamond and slipped it on the end of his finger.

“This one.”

“As I thought,” his aunt said and gave him a full on grin.

It was a rare sight, and it went up to her eyes.

“Are you judging me?” he asked, taking the other high-backed chair.

“No, Jason,” she said, pulling her navy jumper down and brushing her navy slacks.

“My future wife?”

He leaned forward genuinely wanting to know why she had guessed the ring he chose when it was far from what he would give Heidi.

“No,” she said again smiling.

“Then what has you smiling?”

“That you’re considering marrying. There’s a chance that the Turner line will continue.”

“You’re obsessed with the Turner name living on forever. Archer is the eldest. Him and Erica are bound to have kids.”

“And there is no sign of a pregnancy. They’ve been married months.”

“Erica has a two-year schedule. I doubt they’ll be having children just yet.”

“Then you need to get cracking and find a wife.”

“Honestly, Auntie, you are too old-fashioned.”

“I’m not that old-fashioned. I’ve travelled the world.”

“But never married.”

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