I looked up at Jett and grinned. “What girl wouldn’t love an engagement ring? You do need to make sure she takes it off before swimming, though. With that thing on her finger, she’ll surely sink right to the bottom.” Jett held the large diamond ring between his two fingers, smiling like a fool. The expression looked good on him. “Congratulations, man,” I said. “You found the right girl.” “I sure did,” he said. “Quinn owns me. She’s my world.” “So when are you asking her?” He placed the ring back into the box and tucked it inside the desk drawer. “Tonight,” he replied. “I can’t wait any longer. I’m ready to make her my wife.” *** My conversation with Jett had me thinking about my future. What would it be like to find that one person who shifts the ground beneath your feet? The one that holds your heart in their hands, who makes you feel as though you’re suffocating unless they’re by your side?
