Chapter 66
After we dried off, we dressed in jeans and sweaters, and rushed out into the cool, August air. On the sidewalk, Logan whistled loudly and a cab pulled to an abrupt stop.
"Nice trick!"
He laughed as he placed his arm around my waist. "Come on." He opened the back door of the cab for me, and I slid in first with Logan right behind me.
"Where to?" an East Indian man with kind eyes asked.
"Tiffany's," Logan said as he looked into my eyes.
A smile broke out across his smooth caramel skin. "You got it!"
We watched the high-rise buildings pass as we drove down the city streets of New York. People bustled by, each hurrying to their final destination. Each in a hurry to get nowhere. In this fast paced, fast food society, it made me wonder why people didn't stop to enjoy life, instead of hurrying through their lives.
The cab stopped, and when I looked up, there was a huge sign that read Tiffany and Company. Logan took my hand and gave it a gentle squeeze. "Come on. Let's go."
He threw a bill over the seat to the cabbie, and said, "Keep the change."
"Thanks!" he said as his eyes opened wide.
When Logan pulled me into Tiffany's, glass cases of rings and fine jewelry were strategically placed throughout the spacious room. Several salespeople stood behind the counters, all dressed in various versions of dark suits with white shirts.
"May I help you, sir?" an attendant asked as we approached a counter.
"Yes. We'd like to see some engagement rings and wedding band sets," Logan beamed as he slid his arm around my waist.
"Yes, sir. Right this way," he said as he led us to an exquisite selection of rings that sparkled magnificently when the diamonds caught the light. "Here, we have an exquisite selection." Then, he looked at me and smiled. "Do you see anything you like, miss?"
My eyes just about bulged out of my head when I saw that they were all three-carat diamonds, or more. Some probably six. "Do you have anything smaller?"
The gentleman laughed as he looked at Logan and raised an eyebrow.
Logan shook his head slightly and turned to me. "Get whatever you like."
The man nodded slightly. "As you wish, Master Ambrose."
My head snapped up. "He knows you?" I asked under my breath.
He nodded slightly. "He knows my family."
And then I understood. His family wasn't just rich; they were filthy rich. "You're from the Ambrose family? American political royalty? Like the Kennedys?"
He let out a deep breath as his eyes met mine. "I thought you knew."
I shook my head, letting it all sink in. I knew he was from an affluent family, but I had no idea he was from one of the most powerful political families in the world. They were billionaires all of them. "I knew your last name was Ambrose, but I didn't connect it to the prominent Ambrose family. After all, I knew some Kennedys who were related "
"Does it make a difference?" Logan asked as he slowly pulled away.
A crease formed between my eyebrows. "No. Not at all."
He looked at me, his eyes filled with concern. "Are you sure?"
I alternately bit my upper lip and my lower lip. "Why? Does it make a difference that I come from a middle-class family?"
He shook his head. "No. Not at all." Then, he wrapped his arm around my waist and pulled me to his chest. "In fact, I would have changed places with you if I could."
I nodded, wondering what he meant by that, but decided to ask him at another time. I gave him a light kiss on the tip of his nose. "Not having second thoughts again, are you?"
Pain flitted across his face, but quickly vanished. "Not on your life. I want you to be my wife, but do you still want to marry me?"
I immediately regretted the words as soon as they were out of my mouth. If we were going to make it work between us, I was going to have to find a way to let the past few months without him go. "Of course. I love you, Logan."
One corner of his lips curled into a smile. "Despite whom my family is?"
I smiled as I shrugged. "Eh. It could be worse."
He laughed. "Come on. Let's pick out some rings." Then, he turned to the gentleman behind the counter. "Please show her anything she wants, and put it on my personal account. I want to surprise my family."
A kind smile spread across the salesman's face. "Yes, sir, Master Ambrose."
Logan leaned forward conspiratorially. "Please. Call me Logan."
***
We spent the next hour looking at sparkling diamonds of various shapes and sizes, each more exquisite than the last. Finally, I spotted a blue sapphire with small diamonds around it, set in white gold. "This is gorgeous."
Logan smiled. "Are you sure you wouldn't rather have a diamond?"
I shrugged. "It has diamonds around it." Then, I looked up at the salesman. "May I see this one?"
"Of course, miss," he replied as he twisted a key in the back of the case and slid the back panel open. When he pulled out the ring, it sparkled, catching the light in the room just right.
"It's beautiful," I said as the salesman slipped it out of its case and handed it to me. I slipped it on, and it was a perfect fit. I turned my hand, watching as the various shades of blue in the sapphire danced in the light. "This is perfect."
"Are you sure you don't want the same thing, but in a diamond?" Logan asked as a crease formed between his eyes.
"I'm sure," I said as I looked into his eyes. "This is perfect."
A broad smile spread across his face. "Well, this is it, then." He looked up at the salesman. "Could we see some wedding band sets?"
He smiled. "Of course. Right this way, sir."
We picked out a white gold wedding band set that matched the ring. I slipped the man's ring on Logan, and it looked wonderful against his skin and fit his finger perfectly.
