He still held onto one of her hands, the one with the ring, and admired the way the sapphire looked on her skin. His gaze traveled up her arm and back to her face, the face of HIS fiance. They were really going to marry, he thought. He didn't know what she was thinking, but clearly, she was thinking about something. "Is there something on your mind, my dear?" he asked. His dear... The pet name seemed to fit, for she was becoming dear to him. "You can tell me anything, you know?" And he meant that too.