Page 143 of Family Bonds: Coy & Angel

“Good like this?” he asked and rolled to get off the bed.

She wasn’t sure what he was doing, but then he went to his suitcase and came back with a ring box.

“What is that?” she asked.

“I never got to give you an engagement ring,” he said. “I felt bad about it. But I understood your reasoning at the time.”

“So you think I need one now?” she asked, laughing. “We are already married and I love my wedding band.”

She hated that her hands did swell at the end of her pregnancy and she had to take it off. She told Coy to absolutely not buy her another ring for that short period of time. He listened to her.

Didn’t seem he listened fully if he was going to give her the engagement ring now.

“I know you don’t need it, but I want to give it to you,” he said. He flipped the lid and she saw a stunning blue sapphire princess cut ring with two princess cut diamonds on each side.

“Coy,” she said. “It’s beautiful.”

She put her left hand out and he laughed and reached for her right. “Not an engagement ring. You jumped to conclusions. You told me not to do it and I listened. This is our son’s birthstone. Call it a mother’s ring if you will. It seemed fitting to give it to you here.”

He slid it on her right hand.

“You’re learning, hubby.”

“Yes, wifey, I am!”

The End!

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Prologue

“Justine, when you get a minute, can you come to my office?”

Justine Keller turned to her boss, Joyce Conroy, who had walked behind the counter. “Sure,” Justine said. “I’ve got a backlog here.” She looked at her computer. “Maybe an hour.”

“I’ll be in my office,” Joyce said, nodding minus a smile, and walked away without another word.

Justine let out a sigh. She’d been working in the hospital pharmacy in Boston for three months after she relocated from Indiana.

A life change was what she needed to get away from the mess happening back home.

She thought she was strong enough to handle it all, but in order to do that, she needed her father.

He was gone.

Without him, her escape plan had been to run and hide.

Avoidance was something she excelled at.

And by the tone of her boss’s voice, she was formulating where she could seek shelter.

Not that she thought she’d done anything wrong or made a mistake, but she’d love nothing more than to do her job and be left alone to grieve in silence and try to coexist.

Didn’t look like that might happen today.

As much as she wanted to drag her feet filling these orders, she also knew it was best to get this over with.

Forty-five minutes later, she said to another pharmacist at the other end of the room, “I’m going to see what Joyce wants. I hope to be back in about five minutes.”

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