not some magical weapon in his hands. “I wear them for the same reason you wear your ridiculous suit in tropical Goa.” When his gaze went from his suit to her in confusion she shook her head. “Because I can. My name is Ash, no one calls me Ashwariya.” He let go of her arm and watched her. “You could have returned the ring to me later or given it in to the hotel.” Even billionaires were made with the stupid gene. “How was I to know you weren’t about to propose to the woman of your dreams, and find that you’d lost the ring? You’d be there on bended knee, putting you hand in your pocket and then realise it’s empty.” His lips lifted at the corners and she couldn’t help but admire the effect. He was one of those charismatic people. At least that’s what her aunt used to call them. People you would see in the street and just watch them and say, ‘ Stand there and let me watch you forever.’ “ You’re a romantic,” he said. Wrong again. “I don’t believe in love and happily after, but that doesn’t mean you can’t have yours.” She handed him the box. She saw the vein in his neck go taut and wondered about the woman this ring was meant for. Without another word he took the box from her and flipped it open. “It’s there. Nice size stone, although I prefer sapphires to diamonds.” She craned her neck to admire the large set diamond nestled in the box. “You know you could feed a small country with that somewhere in the world.” She laughed thinking about the times she had to talk about world peace and saving the world when she didn’t know what it really meant to do so. “ With those eyes I would have thought you’d prefer emeralds.” He cocked his head and she couldn’t be sure he was flirting. Ash felt a flutter in her chest. “That’s probably one of the cheesiest pick up lines I’ve heard.” His cheeks flushed. “I didn’t mean it like that. Your eyes reminded me of emeralds―” She laughed at how uncomfortable he was. “You are quite the charmer. I still prefer sapphires. Ever since Prince Charles gave Lady Diana those sapphires, I don’t know why but I prefer them.” He was quiet and looked down at the ring in the box. “And you say you’re not romantic.” “ Kieran? Are you getting married?” his mother had followed them. They turned together to face her and ended up bumping heads in a not so attractive way. “ Ouch.” Holding her head like she’d been hit by a rock she elbowed Kieran. “ Ma, what are you doing here?” Kieran tucked Ash neatly behind him as he faced his mother. Mrs Kanna reminded her of her sixth grade teacher. She was as sharp as a tack and could tell before you opened your mouth if you were about to lie. Back in school there were bets her teacher might have been psychic, she was that good. Kieran pulled at that tie and Ash grunted. Men were so foolish sometimes. She reached across and removed his tie, as his mother’s gaze widened. She swallowed and Ash knew she’d crossed a boundary. Again. “ Your father would want to know what’s going on when he wakes. So I came to see what’s happening.” She turned to Ash, “Kieran, when were you going to tell us? Is she the reason you came to Goa this time instead of sending someone like you usually do? Is this the real reason you are willing to stay for a while and work in the clinic?” She turned to Kieran. “Will she work there with you?” This was getting interesting. Dr Kanna who was normally cool and so in control was flustered and as red as a tomato. Ash looked from mother to son and put her hands up. “I think it’s time I left. Dr Kanna, see you later.” If she had known returning the ring would come with this much drama, she would have placed it in the lost and found box, and forgotten about the promise of reward money. Mrs Kanna cast another look that had her feeling like one of the girls who worked in the topless bar in the shady part of town. “Later?