“W-what made you go for this one?” My voice was gauzy, bodiless in the space between us. “I remembered the engagement ring Tucker gave you.” Rhyland’s voice skimmed over my skin like the briefest touch of rough knuckles. Goose bumps erupted everywhere. “Then I remembered Tucker was a first-class moron, so I figured the safest route was to go with the opposite of everything he chose for you. Instead of a cushion, I went for an oval shape. I got you a thin band instead of a thick one. A Harry Winston instead of Costco.”
