“Feels like bad luck to wear it when we’re not really engaged.” “We are really engaged.” His response leaves no room for debate. “I mean, if we’re taking our time, testing this thing out for real, you probably shouldn’t waltz around pretending you intend to marry me when you don’t.” I swear he growls at my response. A deep rumble in his chest. A narrowing of his eyes. The vein at his temple throbs. I hate myself. Why am I arguing with him and poking holes in his logic when this should be a dream come true? It’s because it doesn’t feel real. Good things like this don’t happen to Bailey Jansen.
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