Holden’s teenaged stepbrother asked between bites of beef jerky. “And aren’t you supposed to be all sappy? I mean, like, you just got engaged. And where’s the ring? Dad gave his last fiancée a three-carat diamond ring she could use as a paperweight. Its not like you to be a cheapskate, Holden. Right now my sister’s talking wedding gowns with Taylor. Sis thinks a flesh-colored, skintight leather leotard under a big white net cage would be cool—but you didn’t even give Taylor a ring yet”
“There isn’t going to be a—” Holden shut his mouth. A secret wasn’t safe in this full house. A ring. Holden hadn’t even thought about a ring. He’d been too busy thinking about how to get Taylor back into his arms without leading her to think this mock engagement might actually have a future….