Page 54 of All In

She smiles. “Perfect. For yourselves?”

Harlow glances back at me. “Yes,” I say, answering for him. “We did everything all backward. Wedding first, rings after.”

Olivia laughs, leaning over the counter. “You know? That’s not even the first time I’ve heard that this year.” Raising an eyebrow, she smirks. “Kinda comes with the city, I think.”

Harlow giggles. “Yeah, I can see that.”

“Well, I’m Olivia,” she says, pointing to her name tag. “What are you looking for?”

My heart skips a beat. I can’t believe I’m ring shopping with Harlow right now. Feels a lot more like a dream than a nightmare, so I think I’m just gonna roll with it. Soak up the good feelings, and enjoy them for as long as I can.

“What kind of ring do you want?” I hear myself ask.

He gives me an indulgent smile, his blue eyes crinkling at the edges. “I’m not sure. Do you like normal gold or white gold? Probably just something simple, right?”

“Yeah, I think simple. I like traditional gold, but I’m not picky.”

Olivia makes a clicking sound with her tongue, dragging my attention away from Harlow. “I have these.”

She reaches into the glass case in front of her, pulling out matching rings. The bands are simple, medium thickness. There’s nothing remarkable about them, and they’re fine. But nothing like what Harlow deserves.

I know it’s not a lifetime marriage and that I’m the one who argued for having cheap bands not ten minutes ago, but… “What about these?” I ask, pointing to another set of rings in the case.

They’re brushed gold with beveled edges, and while still simple, they’re gorgeous.

Olivia hums, putting the other rings back in the case and pulling out the ones I pointed to. They’re just shy of a thousand dollars each, which is still not as expensive as some of the other rings in here, but it’s definitely a steeper price than the first rings Oliva showed us.

“Those are gorgeous,” Harlow says, his voice hushed. “Can I try one on?”

Olivia nods. “Of course.”

I pick one of the rings up out of the box, and I’m working on handing it to Harlow when he holds his left hand up in the air between us.

My throat bobs as I dart my gaze to his. “Put my ring on me, please, husband.”

My heartbeat quickens as I swallow hard, lifting the ring to Harlow’s hand and sliding it down his ring finger. It goes easily past his knuckle, settling perfectly at the base of his finger.

It looks stunning against his skin, and my stomach flips wildly. Harlow is wearing a wedding ring. A wedding ring that I put on him. Fuck. Harlow Young is my husband.

“Do you like it?” I croak out.

Harlow studies his hand for a second, his eyes soft. “I do,” he whispers. “Let me put yours on.”

I hold my hand out dutifully, my throat almost closing up when Harlow slides the cool band onto my finger. It fits perfectly, just like his, and if I didn’t know any better, I’d almost think it was fate.

Harlow places his hand next to mine, and seeing them side by side… Matching rings on each of our hands is almost more than I can take. I wish I could kiss him. We turn our heads at the same time, locking eyes.

“We’ll take them,” I say without breaking eye contact.

A shocked expression passes over his face. “What do you mean? You said you didn’t want to spend this much.”

And I didn’t, but I also can’t deny how it feels to know that a ring I slid onto Harlow’s finger myself will stay there for the next three months.

“Do you like it?”

He nods slowly. “I love it, but—”

“Okay, then.” I turn to Olivia. “We’ll take these.”