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CHAPTER ELEVEN

DOMINIC NOW KNEW more about diamond engagement rings than even a guy who was genuinely engaged to be married needed to know. He’d thought he could just march into Sydney’s most exclusive jewellery store and hand over an investment-sized price for a big chunk of diamond. Not so.

The sales guy—rather, executive consultant—who had greeted him and ushered him into a private room had taken the purchase very seriously. He’d hit Dominic with a barrage of questions. It was unfortunate that the lady was unable to be there because it was very important the ring would suit her personality. What were the lady’s favourite colours? What style of clothes did she favour? Her colouring?

‘Were you able to answer the questions?’ Andie asked, her lips curving into her delightful smile.

She had just arrived at his house. After she’d taken some measurements in the old ballroom, he had taken her out to sit in the white Hollywood-style chairs by the pool. Again, she looked as if she belonged. She wore a natural-coloured linen dress with her hair piled up and a scarf twisted and tied right from the base of her neck to the top of her head. It could have looked drab and old-fashioned but, on her, with her vintage sunglasses and orange lipstick, it looked just right.

Last time she’d been there he’d been so caught up with her he hadn’t thought to ask her would she like a drink. He didn’t want a live-in housekeeper—he valued his privacy too much—but his daily housekeeper had been this morning and the refrigerator was well stocked. He’d carried a selection of cool drinks out to the poolside table between their two chairs.

‘You’re finding this story amusing, aren’t you?’ he said, picking up his iced tea.

She took off her sunglasses. ‘Absolutely. I had no idea the rigmarole involved in buying an engagement ring.’

‘Me neither. I thought I’d just march in, point out a diamond ring and pay for it.’ This was a first for him.

‘Me too,’ said Andie. ‘I thought that’s what guys did when they bought a ring.’

‘Oh, no. First of all, I’d done completely the wrong thing in not having you with me. He was too discreet to ask where you were, so I didn’t have to come up with a creative story to explain your absence.’

‘One less lie required anyway,’ she said with a twist of her lovely mouth. ‘Go on with the story—I’m fascinated.’

‘Apparently, the done thing is to have a bespoke ring—like the business suits I have made to measure.’

‘A bespoke ring? Who knew?’ she said, her eyes dancing.

‘Instead, I had to choose from their ready-to-wear couture pieces.’

‘I had no idea such a thing existed,’ she said with obvious delight. Her smile. It made him feel what he’d thought he’d never feel again, made him want what he’d thought he’d never want.

‘You should have been there,’ he said. ‘You would have had fun.’ He’d spent the entire time in the jewellery store wishing she’d been by his side. He could imagine her suppressing giggles as the consultant had run through his over-the-top sales pitch.

‘Perhaps,’ she said, but her eyes dimmed. ‘You know my reasons for not wanting to get involved in the purchase. Anyway, what did you tell them about my—’ she made quote marks in the air with her fingers ‘—“personal style”? That must have put you on the spot?’

‘I told the consultant about your misbehaving skirt—only I didn’t call it that, of course. I told him about your shoes that laced up your calves. I told him about your turquoise necklace and your outsized earrings. I told him about your leopard-print shoes and your white trousers.’

Andie’s eyes widened. ‘You remember all that about what I wear?’

‘I did say I was observant,’ he said.

Ask him to remember what Party Planners Numbers One to Three had been wearing for their interviews and he would scarcely recall it. But he remembered every detail about her since that errant breeze at his front door had blown Andie into his life.

At the jewellery store, once he’d relaxed into the conversation with the consultant, Dominic had also told him how Andie was smart and creative and a touch unconventional and had the most beautiful smile and a husky, engaging laugh. ‘This is a lucky lady,’ the guy had said. ‘You must love her very much.’

That had thrown Dominic. ‘Yes,’ he’d muttered. Love could not enter into this. He did not want Andie to get hurt. And hurt wasn’t on his personal agenda either. He didn’t think he had it in him to love. To give love you had to be loved—and genuine love was not something that had been part of his life.

‘So... I’m curious,’ said Andie. What kind of ring did you—did I—end up with?’

‘Not the classic solitaire I would have chosen. The guy said you’d find it boring.’

‘Of course I wouldn’t have found it boring,’ she said not very convincingly.

‘Why do I not believe you?’ he said.

‘Stop teasing me and show me the darn ring,’ she said.

Dominic took out the small, leather, case from his inside suit jacket pocket. ‘I hope you like it,’ he said. He wanted her to like it. He didn’t know why it was suddenly so important that she did.

He opened the case and held it out for Andie to see. Her eyes widened and she caught her breath. ‘It...it’s exquisite,’ she said.

‘Is it something you think you could wear?’ he asked.

‘Oh, yes,’ she said. ‘I love it.’

‘It’s called a halo set ring,’ he said. ‘The ring of little diamonds that surround the big central diamond is the halo. And the very narrow split band—again set with small diamonds—is apparently very fashionable.’

‘That diamond is enormous,’ she said, drawing back. ‘I’d be nervous to wear it.’

‘I got it well insured,’ he said.

‘Good,’ she said. ‘If I lost it, I’d be paying you back for the rest of my life and probably still be in debt.’

‘The ring is yours, Andie.’

‘I know, for the duration,’ she said. ‘I promise to look after it.’ She crossed her heart.

‘You misunderstand. The ring is yours to keep after...after all this has come to an end.’

She frowned and shook her head vehemently. ‘No. That wasn’t part of the deal. Timothy’s treatment was the deal. I give this ring back to you when...when I dump you.’

‘We’ll see about that,’ he said, not wanting to get into an argument with her. As far as he was concerned, this ring was hers. She could keep it or sell it or give it away—he never wanted it back. ‘Now, shouldn’t I be getting that diamond on your finger?’

He was surprised to find his hand wasn’t steady as he took the ring out of its hinged case. It glittered and sparkled as the afternoon sunlight danced off the multi-cut facets of the diamonds. ‘Hold out your hand,’ he said.

‘No’, she said, again shaking her head. ‘Give it to me and I’ll put it on myself. This isn’t a real engagement and I don’t want to jinx myself. When I get engaged for real, my real fiancé will put my ring on my wedding finger.’

Again, Dominic felt disappointed. Against all reason. He wanted to put the ring on her finger. But he understood why he shouldn’t. He felt a pang of regret that he most likely would never again be anyone’s ‘real fiancé’—and a pang of what he recognised as envy for the man who would win Andie’s heart for real.

He put the ring back in its case. ‘You do want to get married one day?’

He wasn’t sure if she was still in love with the memory of her first boyfriend—and that no man would be able to live up to that frozen-in-time ideal. Melody had been his first love—but he certainly held no romanticised memories of her.

‘Of course I do. I want to get married and have a family. I... I... It took me a long time to get over the loss of my dreams of a life with Anthony. I couldn’t see myself with anyone but him. But that was five years ago. Now... I think I’m ready to move on.’

Dominic had to clear his throat to speak. ‘Okay, I see your point. Better put on the ring yourself,’ he said.

Tentatively, she lifted the ring from where it nestled in the velvet lining of its case. ‘I’m terrified I’ll drop it and it will fall into the pool.’ She laughed nervously as she slid it on to the third finger of her left hand. ‘There—it’s on.’ She held out her hand, fingers splayed to better display the ring. ‘It’s a perfect fit,’ she said. ‘You did well.’

‘It looks good on you,’ he said.

‘That sales guy knew his stuff,’ she said. ‘I can’t stop looking at it. It’s the most beautiful ring I’ve ever seen.’ She looked up at him. ‘I still have my doubts about the wisdom of this charade. But I will enjoy wearing this magnificent piece of jewellery. Thank you for choosing something so perfect.’

‘Thank you for helping me out with this crazy scheme,’ he said. The scheme that had seemed crazy the moment he’d proposed it and which got crazier and crazier as it went along. But it was important he sealed that deal with Walter Burton. And was it such a bad thing to have to spend so much time with Andie?