Page 92 of Keeping Secrets

“Of course we are. Also, this is the best scone I’ve ever tasted.”

She grinned even wider. “Yeah. I know.”

Chloe laughed and lobbed the last piece of scone at her. Then she looked up at Nick with wide blue eyes and said, “Help, I’ve made a mistake. I need more scones.”

He smiled, shook his head, and buttered another scone for her. When she accepted it, the diamond on her hand glinted in the sunlight that streamed through the living room windows.

Travis thought of the ring that he had hidden in the locked drawer at the Bottlenose. Not yet, he told himself for the umpteenth time. He didn’t want to rush her.

His text to his parents had sparked a long overdue reunion, and when he drove home for a visit, he had asked his mother for his grandmother’s ring. She had been delighted to hand over the heirloom, which now waited under a pile of paperwork for the perfect moment.

Watching Keely take the baby from Chloe’s arms and rock him side to side as his mother ate, Travis wondered if that moment might be sooner than later. They had hardly spent a night apart in months, ever since the day he had gone to turn himself in.

He was all in, and he had never been so certain about anything in his life. But Keely was still short of one year sober, and she was just getting her career off the ground. He would wait until she was ready. They had all the time in the world, and he’d enjoy every second of it…