Man of action though she knew him to be, she never anticipated he would or could act so directly. He reached out and seized her left hand and scanned it significantly. Then he raised his eyes.
“What does this mean?” he asked, tapping the finger with one of his own. “Does this mean–––”
It was Janet’s turn to become scarlet. She tried to smile again, but it was a wavering smile that appeared.
“What does what mean?” she fenced.
“That––well, that the ring is off permanently?”
“Oh, yes.”
“And that there’s now a chance for me?”
Janet’s eyes at that popped open very wide indeed. 128 Meanwhile Weir still held to the palm resting in his own.
“You?” she breathed, faintly.
“Me, yes.”