“I know you aren’t going to throw away two whole years together, Harper. And he can’t be that special because your finger’s still bare.” That’s the final straw. “Listen up,” I say to him, done with this conversation. He looks up at me expectantly and I try not to smirk down at him, Harper’s soft hair brushing beneath my chin as she turns slightly, placing her hands over mine. “You may have put one diamond on her finger but I’ve already put ten around her neck. She’s had it better from me in two months than she had from you in two years. Ever heard the phrase ‘put your money where your mouth
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