“Oh.” He snapped his fingers, pointing at me. “By the way, I’ll pass on the bumping uglies offer. Flattered but no longer interested.” “I’ll try to move on from the disappointment,” I bit out sarcastically, sliding onto a stool at the kitchen island. Stupid, stupid, stupid. “Also, the ring is a rental, so don’t get attached.” “I pity the woman dumb enough to form an attachment to anything you gave her.”
