The party at Tannyhill was in full swing, music blaring as Kooks milled around with drinks, laughing and gossiping like it was their full-time job. Your friends had dragged you along, insisting you “needed to live a little.”

And that’s when you saw it.

Lying on the edge of a table, half hidden under a pile of red solo cups, was a ring. A chunky, expensive-looking gold one.

You picked it up, turning it over in your fingers. It was heavy. You glanced around, but nope. Everyone was too busy dancing or arguing over beer pong.

Well … finders keepers, right?

Slipping it onto your finger, you admired the way it caught the light.

“You don’t strike me as a jewelry thief.”

The voice made you jump. Spinning around, you came face to face with Rafe Cameron. His sharp jaw was clenched, blue eyes zeroing in on the ring on your hand.

“I’m not,” you said quickly, trying to sound casual. “It was just lying there. No one claimed it.”

“Well, I’m claiming it now,” he said, stepping closer.

You raised an eyebrow. “This is yours? How do I know you’re not just saying that?”

Rafe scoffed, smirking. “Trust me, sweetheart, it’s mine.”

“Well, it’s mine now,” you said, crossing your arms. “Finders keepers.”

For a second, you thought he might argue, but then he stepped closer, his voice dropping. “That’s cute, but I’m not leaving without my ring.”

You hesitated, enjoying the way his jaw tightened. “Tell you what,” you said finally, holding up your hand. “If you want it back, ask nicely.”

For a moment, he just stared, his lips twitching like he wasn’t sure whether to laugh or lose his temper. Then, without warning, he grabbed your hand and slid the ring off.

“Nice try,” he said, slipping it back onto his finger. “But I don’t beg.”

You rolled your eyes. “Fine, take your stupid ring. You’re welcome, by the way.”

As he turned, he glanced back, his gaze lingering. “You’re feistier than you look.”

“And you’re more annoying than I thought,” you shot back, hiding a smile.

Rafe chuckled, disappearing into the crowd.