"You can't go like that," Greta sauntered over to Graeme and appraised the plain black tank under his jacket.
"Yes I can," he replied with an edge in his voice that made her recall the way he snarled at her earlier.
"It just needs something else, okay? Let me grab something from my room," she told him in a gentler tone before turning to climb the stairs.
August smiled, amused at the bickering between the two and looked down at the new ring on her finger. The fact that Graeme thought to get her anything was so sweet, and the happiness of this love between them bubbled up in her throat making her feel as if she could absolutely squeal with joy.
