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I smirked. “Maybe.”
He looked down at the gold embossed words on the top of the box, then up at me before taking the top off to reveal two simple gold bands secured within.
“The rings you requested.”
Cal held them up and studied them in the light. “I’m considering this an acknowledgment that I was right.”
“I wouldn’t go that far.”
“Which one is mine?”
“They’re the same size.”
“How do you know we wear the same size ring?”
“I don’t. If it doesn’t fit, we can see if we can get it sized or something while we’re checking out Azzura Scivolo.”
Cal nodded and plucked one of the rings out of the box. He slid it onto his left ring finger like it wasn’t a big deal, like seeing it there wasn’t twisting my heart into a knot.
“Fits pretty well.” He shook his hand, and the ring stayed put.
“Good.” I had to clear my throat to get the word out.
He passed me the box, and I put my ring on too. “Yeah. Not bad.”
“We’ll just have to take them off when we shift.”
“Do you really think you’re going to need to shift while we’re here?”
Cal shrugged. “You never know.”
“I doubt it.” Not being able to take my animal form whenever I needed to was one of the worst things about being an aquatic shifter. It was why the swim at Reuben’s had been so important. While Venice was full of water, it wouldn’t be safe to swim in the canals with all the traffic, not to mention the water pollution.
Cal got out of bed and started pulling on clothes from his duffel bag.
“Didn’t you bring anything else?” I asked, taking in the black tactical pants and black T-shirt he pulled out.
“Why can’t I wear this?”
“You’re going to stand out like a sore thumb.”
“What are you wearing?”
I had laid out my clothes for the day while Cal had been in the shower last night. “This.” I held up a lightweight gray sweater and a pair of dark-wash designer jeans.
“I didn’t bring anything that nice.”
“Shocking.”
He scowled. “I brought clothes for work, not fancy shit.”
I gestured to the clothes I’d laid on the bed. “Those are clothes for work.” I shook my head. “No wonder some of your targets saw you coming from a mile away.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
Oops. “Nothing.” I rummaged through my bag, pulling out a dark green button-down. “Wear this. You just need to iron it.”
He caught it and held it up. “It’s fine.”
