Page 79 of The Enemy

She squealed as she caught sight of the ring.

Herring.

A perfect three-carat, fantasy-cut, pink diamond set in white gold.

"How… when…?"

He slipped the ring from the box and slid it onto the ring finger of her left hand. "You once told me how much an engagement ring means to you, how you didn't want one unless it meant the real thing."

As the ring slid into place, he lifted her hand to his mouth and kissed it.

"I'm hoping this ring says what I feel in my heart a lot more eloquently. I love you, Ruby Seaborn. I probably fell a little bit in love with you the first moment we met. I didn't want to love you—"

"Quit while you're ahead." She kissed him, wrapping her arms so tightly around him she never wanted to let him go.

The timing of the ring proved his love. He'd commissioned it before their weekend away, before the promise ring, before she'd lost the plot.

When they eased apart, she clung to his shirt and gave him a little shake. "You should've told me about the engagement ring earlier."

"You should've trusted me, trusted what's in here." He placed his hand over her heart and it leapt.

"I'm guessing a marriage proposal is kind of redundant, huh?"

She laughed and locked her hands around his neck. “A girl can never have too many pieces of jewellery, and seeing as I've got the wedding band, engagement ring, and promise ring, maybe an eternity ring wouldn't go astray?"

"You don't need a ring for me to show you I'll love you for eternity."

"Aww… the tough guy's a big softie underneath."

He growled and nuzzled her neck. "That'll be our little secret."

"Forever," she murmured, a moment before his lips touched hers.

She couldn't think of a better way to celebrate their marriage, having her husband's undying love.

Though she did have her eye on some flawless canary diamonds that would make a perfect eternity ring…