Page 63 of Devotion: Isn't What It Seems (Love Isn't What It Seems 1)

“I’ll marry you whenever you want,” I told him softly.

He took my face with both hands and kissed me hard.

“I’ll make you happy,” he vowed and I believed him. What was it about this man that woke up every fiber in me?

“So when do you want to do this?” I joked softly, our noses touching gently. “I have to make sure I have a ring for you too.”

“Guests have already started to leave,” he replied. “We can get married this afternoon, in the local chapel.”

“I’ve never known someone like you,” I chuckled softly. He certainly didn’t waste time. “Where can I get your wedding ring here on a Sunday?”

He kissed my nose. “An old family friend owns a jewelry store. He will open for us, and I’ll get us a set.”

“No,” I objected. “I have to get yours. Otherwise, it's bad luck.”

His eyes glanced at the rings hanging off my necklace. “I didn’t get his ring,” I told him, my voice cracking slightly.

As if he understood, he nodded. “I will love the wedding ring you pick for me.”

“I wish my sister could be here,” I muttered more to myself than him. He kissed my forehead lovingly.

“Let’s go have breakfast,” he urged and pulled me out of the library.

We hada quick breakfast together and left for the town. Ainslee stayed behind this time. I swore she seemed like she was in heaven. I just couldn’t decide if it was because something good was going on with Callen or because she got to put the little party together.

The jewelry store indeed opened just for us. I browsed around the store, trying to find the ring that would catch my eye.

“Do you have something specific in mind?” the store owner asked. He was elderly and seemed kind. I assumed he must have known the family for a long time because he teared up when Lachlan introduced me as his fiancée.

This must be a record for engagement and wedding turnover.

“Honestly,” I told him. “I’m not sure.” I laughed a bit uncomfortably. “It happened so fast, I hadn’t thought about rings.”

“Ah, lass,” he chuckled. “Those kinds of marriages are the best.”

I smiled amused at his theory but said nothing as I eyed rings but nothing was catching my attention. Lachlan was in the back with the owner's son, and I wondered if he was having better luck. I glanced around the store, my interest in rings completely lost. The store had an interesting layout, as if it used to be something else.

There were bulges in the thick stone walls, and they weren’t from damage. Each one of them seemed kind of connected. I leaned into one, peeking inside to see what was in there when a glass display caught my eye. It seemed odd to have a glass display where nobody would see it, unless you stuck your head inside this scary bulge of a rock.

“This one,” I exclaimed and repeated excited at what I was seeing. “I want this one please.”

The old store owner walked over to me with a weird gleam in his eyes.

“Is it for sale?” I asked hopeful that he’d say yes. The ring matched the necklace I was wearing in a more masculine way.

“That is a very old ring,” he told me.

“That’s ok,” I mumbled and pointed with my shaky hands to the necklace around my neck that Lachlan gifted me. “Look, it matches this necklace exactly.”

When I got overly excited, my hands tended to shake.

“You really like it?” he asked.

“Oh, yes!” I admired the ring. It was just perfect. I leaned a bit closer to the glass and noticed grey stones in between each sapphire. “Look,” I told him. “They are grey like his eyes.”

“What’s grey like whose eyes?” Lachlan's voice reached me from behind. I whipped around, his powerful stride approaching us.

It was the old man that answered him as he was getting the ring out of the glass setting. “Seems lass selected the ring for you. And if I may add, it is a perfect selection.”

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