Still standing close but no longer touching, Catharine said, “Tyler?”

“Yes?”

“Will being together be this exciting if we are married?”

“Yes,” he promised. “We’ll make it this exciting or more.”

Neither said another word, but both knew a commitment of sorts had been made.

He reached inside his breast suit coat pocket and removed the betrothal ring. “You’ll let me know when you’re ready to wear this, won’t you?”

She nodded, staring at the huge diamond solitaire sparkling up at her.