“And you.” I turn my attention back to Harry-the-butt. “I don’t belong to you. I never did.” He counters. “You wore my promise ring, which I so happened to notice hanging around your new fling’s neck.” “I didn’t need it anymore, Harry. I kept up my side of the promise. I wasn’t the one who broke it. You did. That’s on you, not me. If you want the ring back...” I shrug, a smile tickling the corners of my mouth. “You’ll have to take it up with Jagger.”
