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ring finger out for him.  Did you see my engagement ring? It cost fifty thousand dollars.
Thinking that announcing the ring price was about the most vulgar thing he d ever heard, Ty glanced
over at the rock. Damn, it was ugly. That somehow made him feel better, though he couldn t help
feeling a tiny bit sorry for Strickland shelling out that kind of cash on a gaudy ring. It wasn t even a
diamond, the thing was yellow.
 It s a yellow diamond, she told him.
Wow. He didn t even know they made those.  Very nice.
 I heard you got engaged, too, Nikki said, clearly not picking up on his lack on interest.
 Congrats.
 Thanks.
 I can only hope that you re as happy with her as I am with my snooky-wookums.
That brought the closest thing to a smile to Ty s face in days. He just might have to call Jonas
Strickland snooky-wookums next time he bumped into him. Making a noncommittal sound, he glanced
around. He wanted to be saved from this conversation. Ridiculous nickname aside, it was not feeling
so great to think that Nikki was riding off into the sunset of her happily ever after and he had screwed
his up royally.
He shouldn t have called Imogen uptight. That was unfair and hurtful. Yes, she was logical. Yes,
she was cautious. But she wasn t uptight. She was willing to try new things like camping and a wide
variety of sexual positions.
Anyone who could have an orgasm in an inner tube was not strictly an observer in life.
He should apologize. He should call her.
Beg for forgiveness.
Because goddamn, it sucked not having his Emma Jean in his life.
 How much did the ring you got for Imogen cost? Nikki asked, holding her hand out and admiring
her bling again.
Ty stopped walking and just looked at her, appalled.  I didn t buy her a ring, he said.  She s not
materialistic, and you can t put a price on our relationship. I m going to give her my grand-mother s
ring. He didn t know where the idea popped into his head from, but once it was there, he liked it.
Nikki sniffed.  Well, I m sure that will just thrill her. It s not like a boring professor has anywhere
good to wear quality jewelry anyway. Then she smiled.  I ll send you an invitation to our wedding.
I m sure we ll beat you to the altar. Bye!
As he watched her walk away, he concluded that he could take a page from Imogen s book. If he
wasn t so damn impulsive, he never would have dated Nikki, and he could have filled hours of his
life with something anything of substance.
The thought didn t improve his mood, nor did the sight of his crew chief.
 Are you ready to pull your head out of your ass? Sam asked him, meeting him on the thoroughfare
to the pits.
 I wasn t aware that s where it was, Ty lied.  No wonder I ve been having neck pain.
 I m serious, Sam said.  It s all on the line here and you ve been distracted for a month. He shot
Ty a long look.  I guess love will do that to a man, but I wish you had waited until December to fall
for a woman.
 I m fine. And he was a big fat fucking liar.
Especially given that ten minutes later the sight of Evan Monroe soured his mood even further. The
guy wasn t doing anything, he was just waiting to run his qualifying lap like Ty, but it irritated Ty to
think the guy had wanted to date Imogen. Evan was not her type.
Then again, neither was Ty.
That thought really set him on edge, and he almost groaned out loud when Evan approached him
and said,  Is it true you and Imogen broke up?
Not trusting himself to speak, he nodded.
 Man, I m sorry. That s sucks.
 Yep.
 You must be devastated.
 I m fine. It s not a big deal. It seemed he was getting really good at lying, because Evan s
sympathetic expression disappeared.
 Really? You re not torn up?
 No, not at all. It was a mistake in the first place. Pride was a funny thing. Ty couldn t even
believe he managed to eek those words out between his lips, but for the sake of his pride, he did just
that.
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