Christian grins. “I didn’t propose. I just wanted you to have it.” “You wanted me to have my engagement ring before we’re engaged?” I raise an eyebrow in suspicion. “Yes.” “If I know anything about you, it’s that you don’t do anything without some ulterior motive, so spill.” “I just wanted you to have a symbol that you’re mine. Figured an eleven-carat purple diamond delivers the message sufficiently.”
