He gives me a crooked smile and reaches into his pocket. “You sure know how to steal a guy’s thunder, little rabbit.” He pulls out a black, velvety box and pops the lid open to show me a shiny silver band with small diamonds studded in it. “Is this…?” I reach for it slowly. “I was planning to ask you tonight,” he explains, and I smile. “You might have the ring, but I asked first,” I point out, and he chuckles.
