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“Here.” The tie hung from between his fingers. “It’s yours. Throw it in the bin. Burn it. I don’t care.”
    She moved away from it, holding up her hand. “Put it away, please. I’m not kidding.”
    He folded his tie and shoved it in his suit pocket, noting her strange reaction. “I never met a person that was scared of butterflies like this.”
    “When I was a kid...” she shivered and wrung her hands in her lap. “I developed a phobia. Suffice it to say that if there was a real butterfly in the room, you would see me out of my mind, screaming. It’s irrational.” She glanced at her Santos 100 Skeleton watch. “If we are buying you a new tie, we’d better go.”
    “I need another minute. I brought something for you.” Alistair grabbed her in his arms and hauled her onto his lap and his hand took out a black box from his suit pocket. He flipped open the box and an exquisite clip depicting two love birds appeared inside.
    “Oh. It’s magnificent,” she breathed as he showed it to her. Her fingers touched the male bird made of yellow gold and yellow sapphires, tracing its wing as it curved around the smaller female of white gold and pink sapphires. Her finger caressed the stunning heart-shaped ruby that formed the male’s belly. “It’s so... fierce, protective. It reminds me of you. It’s... I have no words, Alistair.” She gave him a kiss on the lips. “Thanks, Handsome.”
    He put his thumb over her index finger that was positioned on the heart-shaped ruby and murmured to her, “I’m giving you my heart, Sophia. Take good care of it.”
    He pinned the clip to her dress over her heart, as she bit her lip and looked down at her hands, a sudden anguish taking hold of her.
    He gripped her chin and made her look at him, “What?”
    “Too soon, isn’t it?”
    “No,” he shook his head slowly, staring deep into her eyes. “I would say it’s too late.”
    In a fluid movement, he took a red box from his pocket and opened it with a deft flick of his fingers.
    She eyes him, quizzically, “Another gift?”
    “Nae, I don’t know if this could be called a gift...”
I’m branding you as mine.
“It’s sort of a commitment ring,” he explained. He took out a large white gold Love ring with diamonds from the box and took her right hand.
    Sophia immediately ripped it away from his grasp. “A commitment ring? On my right hand? What do you mean?”
Too soon, Alistair Connor, too soon. Don’t destroy my diaphanous dreams. Let me live them for a little while.
    He sighed and his head dipped toward hers, his lips brushing against hers as he said, “I want the world to know you’re mine, Sophia.”
    “And are you going to wear one, too?” She jumped from his lap, holding her fisted right hand against her breast.
    He jerked his head back to look at her and blinked at the fear that showed in her eyes, “Aye, if you want me to, I will.”
    And now? Do I want him to wear an engagement ring too? Because this is an engagement, Sophia. Don’t let yourself be fooled. Do I want this kind of commitment? Do I want to see him killed, too?
“You will...”
    He nodded, “Aye, I will.” He immediately took his mobile from his inner pocket, searching for a contact and made a call, “Mary Weston, please. It’s Alistair Connor MacCraig. Thank you.” He wiggled his fingers beckoning Sophia to sit by his side as he waited. “Mary, how are you? I need a Love ring for men. For me. What do you suggest?” He gripped Sophia’s hand and pulled her onto his lap again, snaking an arm around her waist, keeping her firmly nestled on him. “Hmm. Hold on, please.” He turned to Sophia, “Do you want to choose it with me?”
    Do I? DO I?
    “Let’s go together,” he crooned, “I’ve chosen yours, you will chose mine. Is that okay with you?”
    Oh, my God.
“Yes,” she whispered.
    “Mary, I’ll be there in fifteen minutes. Please, sort them for me. I’m in a hurry. Thanks. Take care.”
    Sophia kept looking