What about my ring?” Annabelle asked, holding the mahogany box with both hands as they left the shop. “Are we just going to leave it there?” Amused, Simon arched his brow as he glanced down at her. “He’s going to resize the band and send it to the hotel later.” “But what if it gets lost?” “What happened to your objections? In the shop, you behaved as if you didn’t even want it.” “Yes, but now it’s mine,” she said worriedly, causing him to roar with laughter.