Page 146 of Love Unforgettable
I disconnect and frantically begin looking for the ring. It’s not on the floor. It’s not in any of my pockets. I dump my purse out on my bed, it’s not in there. I run out to my car with a flashlight. Nothing. I retrace my steps from the car to house. Nope.
I walk through the house dropping other rings to see how they land, bounce, and roll hoping to get an idea of where THE ring is. All I find are dust balls, husky fur, and the rings I intentionally dropped.
I conference call Kat and Remi and make them both promise to look everywhere. Kat offers to go back to Remi’s and help her look for it. Forty-five minutes later they call to let me know they can’t find it anywhere. And Remi’s house is immaculate. If it were there, they would have seen it. In the meantime, Cole must think I’m the world’s longest pee-er. Either that or that I’ve forgotten about him. Neither of which is good.
I sit down on the edge of my bed and sink to the floor. Two of my huskies, Reilly and Baldwin, come to console me. It occurs to me that one of them may have swallowed the ring.
Oh shit.
Ha, oh shit is right.
Looking through seven dogs’ piles of shit for the next couple days until it passes won’t be fun.
“Why can’t you guys just talk, huh? Tell me if you swallowed Cole’s ring.” Both look back at me, blue eyes shining, tongues lolling, one panting and the other drooling from the side of his mouth.
I can’t believe this.
What do I do?
How do you tell a guy, “I want to put your vintage, heirloom ring on and commit to you completely? Marriage and all. I’m totally ready. You are the most important thing in my life.”
Except I lost the ring.
Or else my dog(s) ate it.
I swear I took good care of it.
Any chance I could have a do-over?
