After a strained lunch of some chicken and rice dish Matt couldn’t pronounce, he let Roxie lead the way back to the jewelry store in front of which they had parked. She flung the door open wide and entered the store without waiting to see if he was close enough to catch the door. “Roxie,” he growled, doing his best Vic imitation and failing miserably.
Ignoring him, she zeroed in on the salesman behind the counter who smiled their way. “Where are your wedding rings?” she asked.
The salesman’s simpering grin widened. “Right this way, miss! We have a wonderful selection…”
Matt tuned him out as he glanced around the store. A young man in his twenties leafed through a booklet of class rings, while two women chatted casually near a display of necklaces, trying on the wares and pausing every n
