to move along.
Lily looked at Buck.
He still had her mother’s wedding ring on his pinky finger.
That was the only thing that almost broke her.
Almost.
“You have something of mine,” Lily said.
Buck’s smile twitched.
“You don’t own anything, sweetheart.”
“My mother’s ring.”
He lifted his hand and looked at it like he had forgotten it was there.
Then he laughed.
A few people under the diner awning laughed with him because they were afraid not to.
“This?” Buck said. “This was payment for seven years of
