Page 131 of The Foul Out

“I’ll explain in a minute,” Kyle promised as we moved down a long hallway.

“Mr. Bosco.” A man in a dark gray suit stood by another door, dipping his chin as we approached. “Right this way.”

There was a love seat on one side of the room, and a chair on the other. Between them was a small table with two champagne flutes on top, along with pieces of silky black fabric.

Without a word, Kyle led me to the love seat and pulled me down beside him.

Heart thundering in my ears, I gripped his hand tight. “What is going on?”

He shifted on the cushion beside me and tucked a strand of hair behind my ear. “You know how we’ve talked about moving in together officially after this season?”

I inhaled deeply, willing my nerves to calm. “Yeah.”

“And you know how I love adding life points to my list.”

I snorted. He was ridiculous about that theory he had. Even retirement didn’t seem to upset him, because it would add to the life points.

“I’m shooting to be one hundred, and marriage definitely adds some.” His grin was teasing, but my eyes widened.

Forget teasing. That word,marriage, had my lungs seizing and my heart stopping. Marriage. Tiffany’s. Blinking, I scanned the items on the table and brought a hand to my mouth.

“Oh my gosh. Are you buying a ring?”

“We are buying a ring.” He tilted my chin so I was facing him again. “Because no matter what, I want you to have exactly what you want.”

I swallowed past the boulder in my throat and croaked, “I’m sure they’re all gorgeous.”

“Well…”

“Ready, Mr. Bosco?” The man in the suit settled in the chair across from us and set a tray with twelves rings on the first piece of black fabric.

My heart lurched at the sight. Each diamond was unique, but they were all huge and flashy. I blinked at the glittering diamonds, at a complete loss for words.

“Take your time.” The man smiled politely and then moved back to the door.

“Do you like any of them?” Kyle asked hesitantly, his hand shaking where it cupped mine.

“They are all beautiful.” Sleek and modern. Not necessarily what I would pick, but every single one was gorgeous.

“I have one more option.” He shifted forward and dug in his pocket.

When he pulled his hand out with a sparkly item pinched between his fingers, my breath caught. My grandmother’s ring. With my hands over my mouth, I blinked back tears.

I’d sold it almost a year ago. And every time marriage had come up, I’d wished I had it. After I deposited the checks from the inheritance, I’d gone back to the small jewelry store, only to find that they’d sold it. I’d hoped it would take longer than a couple of months to move an antique piece like that, but the jeweler had assured me that it had sold right away.

“How on earth did you get that ring?”

“I heard through the grapevine?—”

“Zara?”

He grinned. “Actually Asher.”

That was surprising after everything that had happened with them over the last several months. I was shocked she’d told him about it.

“But only that you’d sold it,” Kyle said. “He didn’t know where. So I went to every jewelry store in Boston, I swear, until I tracked it down.”

Heart aching and hands shaking, I finally let a tear slip free. “Oh my gosh.”

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