Chapter 77

“He knew you wouldn’t be likely to have time to shop for a ring for Mr. Wyndham.”

“More likely he knew I’d never be able to afford something of this quality.” I didn’t need to look inside the band to know it was 950 platinum. “It’s not his.”

“No. He found it in Miss Beth’s little keepsake box.”

“But it’s a man’s ring.”

“Yes.” His voice cracked, and when I looked into his eyes, they were sheened with tears.

“Thank you, Beauchamp.” I took the ring and put it in the inner pocket of my suit jacket. I’d thank Granddad when I saw him.

“Congratulations, Kipp. I…” His upper lip quivered for a moment. “I hope you’ll both be very happy.”

“Th-thank you.” That was the first time he’d ever addressed me simply by my first name.

“I’ve brought the Mercedes around to the front for you,” he continued briskly. “Now, I suggest you hurry. Your grandfather doesn’t care to be kept waiting.”