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looked right. It felt right, but she had no idea if he could afford it.
    "If you don't like it, we can exchange it. I told the woman the diamond would be too small for you.” Jack made a huffing sound then turned away from her.
    She looked at the line of his back. He reached back to pull the sheets over him, and she noticed the platinum band on his finger. “You just have a plain band."
    "I won't be able to wear it when I work; plus I'm not a very ... stylish man.” His voice dripped with aggravation. He tugged the sheets up to his shoulder.
    "Why didn't you just buy me a band, too?” She twisted the ring and did not want to like it. They were not really married. Well, they were legally married, but they were not in love. Still, it seemed perfect for her. Simple, yet elegant.
    "Bethany, if you don't like it, we will take it back. I made sure I could exchange it when I bought it. The woman convinced me that based on the butterfly ring you would be a woman with simple taste, but quality was important. Something big would make you feel flashy and something too small would be insulting, but apparently she was wrong, so give me another half hour to sleep, and we will rectify the situation pronto.” Jack pulled the covers even higher. Only his short brown hair stuck out above them. He was cranky and rightfully so.
    She realized how much thought the man had put into the ring, and her heart hurt. Jack may not love her, but he sure made more effort than any other man had. Her father had never put much thought into anything he had ever given her. He would just hand her money and send her on her way. Her mother would take her shopping, and they would both fill up on stuff, lots of stuff, but it never filled the void. Douglas purchased the gaudiest piece of jewelry she had ever seen. It impressed her mother and father, but it also let her know just how unimportant what she wanted was to him.
    The woman in the store was exactly right. The butterfly ring was the only ring she ever wore because she picked it out herself on her sixteenth birthday. It was simple and sweet, but it would hold its shape for a lifetime. Bethany looked around the room. The tray with the strawberries and champagne was gone. Her clothes were not on the floor or in the chair. Jack had cleaned up the place. He even cleaned her up! She did not feel all sticky, and she did not smell like sex either. She knew she slept hard, but damn!
    "Jack?” She touched his shoulder and stroked his arm. “I love the ring."
    "It took you long enough to decide.” He shrugged.
    "Jack."
    His growling and grumbling made her laugh. He rolled to his back and looked at her. His face was serious, almost angry.
    "You look so cute in the morning. Do you always wake up in a bad mood?” she teased. It was like pulling a tiger's tail; she wondered if he would snap at her.
    He opened his mouth then shut it.
    "Thank you.” She leaned over and kissed him on his lips.
    It was a fleeting kiss, one that was over before it started and only seemed to fuel his anger more. Again, she laughed.
    "Where are my clothes? I have to go to my room and talk to my girlfriends.” Bethany slipped out of the bed, stretched, and turned to face him again.
    Jack realized he just tented the sheets, but damn she stirred him. He had put a lot of time and effort into a ring for a woman he doubted would wear it past three months time. “I'll go with you."
    "I don't think it's a good idea.” She put up a hand as if to halt him.
    "Are you bailing out on me?” He felt the vise-like grip on his chest as he realized this woman could easily walk out on him today and never look back. He could get divorce papers in the mail a day or year from now, and there was nothing he could do about it. If she did not live with him in Montana for three consecutive months, his inheritance would not be released. But more than his original goal of getting his inheritance, he wanted to spend more time with her. The thought of another man