"Do you like it?" I asked.
He nodded. "But the question is: do you like it?"
I smiled as tears sprang involuntarily into my eyes. "I love it."
Logan looked up at the salesman. "We'll take these. Can you wrap them up for us, please?"
A broad smile spread across the salesman's face. "Right away, sir."
As we were walking out of Tiffany's a few minutes later, a gleam appeared in Logan's eyes as he took my hand. "Let's go shopping."
I laughed. "I thought that's what we have been doing!"
"Come on. If you're going to meet my parents, you'll need a cocktail dress," he said as he pulled me to the street and whistled loudly, hailing a cab.
I laughed. "Really?"
"Yes. They dress for dinner," he replied when a cab came to an abrupt stop in front of us.
"I'm sure I have something that would be fine," I said as I slid into the cab and he climbed in behind me. "You don't have to buy me anything."
He gave me a quick kiss on the lips. "I want to."