Engaged. Technically.

The engagement ring sat on the counter.

Not displayed. Not cherished.

Just… there. Between a half-empty mug of coffee and a bowl of mixed nuts.

Logan Howlett stared at it like it might attack him.

Doreen Green bounced into the kitchen, already mid-sentence. “—and then Tippy Toe figured out the vending machine situation immediately, which honestly says a lot about capitalism if you think about it—oh! Logan! Hi!”

She kissed his cheek and grabbed a handful of cashews. "How's my grumpy little Wolvy doing, huuuuhhhh?"