Ram Remy (Providence Family Ties 4)

The fact I hadn’t known about the proposal, though—if that’s what the ring meant—that was a problem.

Numbly, I sat back down on the ledge, making sure both cheeks were on it before settling my full weight onto it.

“Think back. When do you think he did it,” Addy asked, sitting down next to me and moving the iPad closer.

“Hold it up for the camera, Santana. I want to see what it looks like,” Sadie called, then whistled as I held my hand out for her to see. “Wow, boy did good, didn’t he? I love how unique it is.”

The ring was unique—and absolutely suited me. I’d never had an idea what kind of engagement ring I wanted, but I knew I wouldn’t be a classic diamond on a band kind of girl. I liked things to be different, something that reflected my taste along with that of the person who was giving it to me.

Remy had definitely done that.

“Is it white gold or silver?” Addy asked, looking more closely at it.

“Platinum,” a deep voice said from behind us, making all three of us scream.

This time when I went under the water, Addy was with me, flailing her arms around and hitting me in the tit with her elbow. The pain radiated from it through to my spine, making me open my mouth and inhale water all over again.

Both of us burst through the surface of the water at the same time, and as I swung my hand around to push the hair out of my face again, a slapping noise sounded as it encountered something.

“You just hit me in the tit,” she screeched. “Why would you slap me in the boobie?”

“You elbowed me in mine,” I snapped back at her, finally ridding my face of my wet hair and silently cursing the amount of it I had.

“That was an accident.”

Glaring at my friend, I ground out, “Well, so was mine.”

Peels of laughter came out of the iPad at the same time as some deep ones behind us, reminding us both that we had an audience.

“Oh, God, I heard it the second your hand hit it,” Sadie wheezed, a snort following it as she tried to suck in a breath. “Shit, I’m gonna pee.”

The pregnant lady was out of her seat and yelling she’d be back in a second before we could say anything, leaving us with Remy and Marcus, who were still laughing.

Turning slowly to face them, I put my hands on my hips and waited for the big shits to stop. I doubt they’d find it this funny if they’d accidentally kicked each other in the balls.

“How much trouble do you think we’d get into if we splashed them?” Addy whispered as she leaned down and put her hands in the water.

Copying her, I mouthed, “On the count of three.”

The second I got to three, we scooped our hands forward, drenching them on their crotches and bottom of their t-shirts.

Just like that, the laughter stopped and was replaced with disbelieving glares.

“Was that really necessary?” Marcus growled, looking at Addy like he wanted to kiss her and kill her at the same time, much like Remy was looking at me.

“You shouldn’t laugh at other people’s pain,” she shrugged. “It’s not nice.”

Remy didn’t say a word. He just promised with his eyes he was going to get revenge.

Tilting my chin up, I smirked as I reached for my phone and snapped a photo.

“Really? And what’s that photo going to do?” he snapped, putting his hands on his hips.

I was busy tapping the screen as I sent it to our families. When I was done, I turned it around to show both men.

Yup, it looked like they’d peed their pants.

“Who did you send that to?” Marcus hissed, reaching out like he was going to take my phone from me.

I smiled smugly at them, taking a step away and making it so they’d have to get into the hot tub if they wanted to get the phone from me. “The shorter list would be who didn’t I send it to.”

“I want the ring back.”

Meeting Remy’s glare with my own, I said simply, “No.”

“Aw, I love how perfect you are for each other,” Sadie said as she rejoined us, her face appearing on the screen again. “Give him hell, girl.”

Smiling happily at what she’d said, I looked back at Remy—my freaking fiancé—and sighed at happiness and contentment on his face. Seeing he had my attention back on him, he did his best to frown again, but there was no disguising how he really felt.

“I love you!”

Cursing under his breath, he shook his head. “I love you more, you pain in the ass.”

“They should put that on a Hallmark card or a mug. That’d be a best seller on Valentine's Day, wouldn’t it?” Sadie mused. “Nothing says I love you more than a pain in the arse after it.”