I glanced from the ring on my finger to the one that was on Tucker’s and realized the blue band in his matched the one in mine. I wondered what he had been thinking when he chose matching rings for us, but I was too much of a coward to ask a question like that.

“Do you like it?”

“I’ve never seen anything like this before,” I answered, allowing the awe in my voice to speak to the actual question. Of course, I liked it. The ring was beyond stunning.

“I’ve never seen anything equal to it either, but the minute I saw it, I thought of you.” I glanced up in time to notice him watching me. “Your eyes,” he murmured as he stared into the orbs in question. “The blue-green in the rings is the exact coloring of your eyes.”

I nodded as my focus moved back to the ring in question. I ran a finger from my opposite hand over the band. “What is this?” I asked.

“Blue fire opal, sapphire, and diamond inlaid in a platinum and tungsten ring.”

I laughed. “You sound like a jeweler.”

“I asked the same question that you did. That’s the quick version of the answer I was given. There were other details, but I’ll be honest, I don’t remember them. I just saw that they had bands that matched, and I had to get them.”

“It’s gorgeous, thank you.”

“I’m glad you like it, but the question remains, do you want something else, or are you happy with that?”

For some reason, I wondered if he was still talking about just the ring, or if there was more to what he was asking. Considering all our interactions up to that point, I figured it was totally about the ring and finally answered. “The ring is stunning, why would I want anything else?” He didn’t say anything, but I caught a subtle nod from my peripheral vision.

“Can I ask you something else, without you getting upset?”

“I guess that depends on what you’re asking.”

He chuckled then. “I guess it does. Back at dinner, you said that you made vows and didn’t plan on breaking them.” I slowly turned so that we were looking at one another. There was no telling where he was going with this, and that had me worried.

“Yes,” I agreed with that much.

“Did you plan on remaining celibate for the entirety of our marriage, even if I was quietly seeing other people?”

Shit. I bobbed my head up and down, unable to speak. I had my reasons, but they weren’t things I was willing to talk about, especially with a man I barely knew and definitely didn’t trust with anything important. Sure, he made certain I had a beautiful ring, one that was a thoughtful purchase since it reminded him of my eyes. He had also made sure that I had a beautiful setting to remember for our wedding. The problem with that had been when he invited women he planned to hook up with, which made everything seem contradictory and begged a new question.