I blinked away the tears, trying to focus. “And the key?”
“It is for a safe deposit box at the local bank,” he explained, rubbing the back of his neck nervously. “I did not want to keep the real ring sitting in our apartment where you might accidentally find it while cleaning.”
A sudden laugh escaped my lips, sounding like a mix of extreme relief and total disbelief. “Callum, I almost searched for divorce lawyers over a piece of dry cleaning!”
“I realized that when you locked the door,” he admitted with a sheepish grin.
“I am completely serious,” I said, wiping a tear from my cheek.
“I know you are,” he replied softly.
“Callum, you really scared me,” I whispered.
“I was just trying to give you a moment you would never forget,” he said. “Rosalie slipped me the final receipt and the key at our rehearsal dinner, and she wrote that note thanking me for letting her help with the surprise.”
“And you managed to leave the evidence right in your tuxedo pocket,” I noted, shaking my head.
He winced slightly at his own mistake. “I completely forgot to remove the evidence before going to sleep.”
I stared at him for a long moment, and then I started laughing out loud as the terrible fear that had been crushing my chest finally vanished. I reached out and took his hand in mine.
