Adam teased.
“He will be once you’re wearing it,” Kenna said. “Put it on his left ring finger, Texas.”
Megan’s eyes widened at the nickname, and not in a good way. Oops.
He expected her to say something to Kenna, but Megan didn’t. Damn. She couldn’t. Not as an intern. She didn’t dare risk stepping on toes around here.
One more strike against him. More to make up to her. Adam would force her to order dessert. Something chocolate. Most women, even chronic dieters, loved chocolate.
Megan held the ring between her index and thumb. “Left hand, please.”
Her serious expression, coupled with her slight Texas twang, made Adam bite back a laugh. She was trying so hard to be professional when it looked like what she really needed was a decent meal, a big hug and a comfy pillow to rest her head. He’d offered the first. He wouldn’t mind providing all three.
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