Her ring finger was bare—she wasn’t wearing the beautiful marquise-cut solitaire diamond ring they’d chosen together. It felt like a sharp punch in the gut. Damn, she’d probably taken it off on their wedding day, after he hadn’t shown. How could he not have noticed before now? Of course, an engagement ring had been the least of his worries over the past few days. But now it felt as though their connection had been severed. His heart clenched. God damn it, whatever it took, he had to win her back. * * * Crystal saw Brent’s stricken look when he noticed her naked ring finger. Damn, she didn’t even know where the ring was now. If Evan hadn’t retrieved it from the floor, hopefully Renee had found it when she came to finish packing up for them. Crystal tucked her arm around Brent’s elbow and the other man wandered away. Evan approached with two tall glasses of beer and handed one to Brent.
