"It's gone. It's actually gone," Emily mutters, lifting pillows to search the couch in our living room.

I roll up the cuffs on my dress shirt as I cross the bright, airy apartment from the master bedroom. "Six, tell me you haven't lost your ring."

She crosses to me, her face a mask of shock.

Then she pulls her hand out to show me the diamond glinting on her finger.

Relief slams into me, along with pleasure.

Every time I see it on her hand, I feel that way. Even though we've been engaged for three months, I haven't gotten over knowing she's mine.

Jacob teases that it won't go...