It glitters there, big and bold, red and brilliant, as vivid as a drop of fresh blood. Shocked to see the red diamond, I whisper, “You said you bought one of the pink ones.” “I did. I returned it for this one.” “Why?” He gazes down into my wide eyes with the full force of his potent masculinity engulfing me. “I decided I needed something to remind me every day that my heart can’t be trusted. What could be better than a stone the exact color of your lips?” That makes me lightheaded. “It’s lipstick, you big dummy. Also, that makes not one iota of sense.”
