Page 52 of Possessive Mr. Pen

He lifts the ring from the cup holder and hovers it near my fingertip.

“I know you spent a shitload on it, but… I don’t understand how anyone could like this ugly thing,” I gripe.

Not only does he lift his lips in a villainous smile, but his eyes sparkle with mischief as he responds.

“My gladiator goddess can make anything look good.If you hate this one, I’ll buy you the entire jewelry store to find the ring you do like.”

My insides clench.I bite the inside of my cheek and fill my lungs with his rich, smoky-leather scent.

“Put the ring on my finger and let’s go inside before I decide this isn’t a good idea,” I demand.

“As my warrior queen commands.”

My heart skips a beat.Not an ounce of mockery hides in his tone.Full of reverence and devotion, he slips the ring onto my finger, kisses the back of my hand, and exits the vehicle.

Nervousness tightness my chest and itches my palms.I rub my hands against my thighs before grabbing my purse.Connor opens my door.I take his hand and rise.

We check in at the front desk and walk through the brightly painted halls toward my sister’s room.The cheery atmosphere and excellent care record made this facility the best choice, and Hannah’s happy humming filtering down the hall confirms it.

Martha meets us at her door.

“I’m sorry I didn’t call ahead of time,” I apologize.

Martha shakes her head and waves off my apology.

“She’s doing really well today, and you picked a good time, so go on in,” she says.

“Thank you,” I reply.

I tug Connor through the doorway by our linked hands.

Hannah turns as I call out my normal greeting.

The immediate recognition in her eyes when she spots me fills me with relief and adrenaline.She squeals and hops up from her desk.

“Martha, Hilary is here!”

I release Connor and open my arms as I continue deeper into the room.Hannah launches herself at me.I catch and embrace her.She gives the best hugs.

Her hair smells of strawberry conditioner and sunlight.

“I brought someone I want you to meet,” I murmur against her head.

Eager in a way I haven’t seen her in a long time, she pushes out of my arms and turns to Connor.

“Heath!Hilary, you brought Heath!I haven’t seen him in forever.”

Confusion spears through me.She seems so clear headed.

“Hannah, this isn’t—”

“Come closer, Heath, and let me see—”

“Hannah—”

“—those freckles on your—”

“Hannah!”