Page 57 of Remembering You
“I am a complicated woman… I can be dynamic without being dramatic.”
“That’s very true.” He chuckled and ran a hand through his hair in that endearing way he did when he wasn’t sure what to do with his hands. “If we’re doing this… truly doing this… you need to know, I don’t have a lot of money at the moment.”
I glanced around the cabin and inhaled deeply, imagining it for all that it could be when Jim was done with it. “You just bought a house, of course you’re a little tapped.”
Biting his bottom lip, he shrugged. Beyond that smile, though, I could see the uncertainty. The nerves in what he was about to admit. “I don’t have a big budget for a ring.”
A realization hit me hard in that moment and I laughed. A small, breathy chuckle. “There’s no ring on my vision board,” I said. “For all my thoughts and planning, I don’t really care about the ring. I cared about the wedding. The location. The house. The man. The life.”
Reaching around, he tugged the ribbon from my loose braid, releasing my curly hair from its bind. Then, he slowly tied the blue ribbon around my ring finger, kissing my knuckles. “I promise to someday get you a better ring.”
“I promise you, I don’t care.”
