Avery looks down at Evan. His face is serious and gentle, and he's holding a champagne-colored diamond ring. The ring is a perfect match for the gifts he's given her in the last five days. Her stomach twists with disgust, but her heart gives her away, hammering hopefully in her chest."No, I can't marry you," Avery says sadly. "I mean, I don't want to marry you.""What if I stayed here on my knee until you agreed?" Evan asks. "I'll wait as long as you waited for me last night. Longer even.""Evan Howel, I said I wouldn't marry you," Avery says.Evan's forehead creases, and his lips press together into a thin line. He looks up at her in confusion, and then his face twists with anger."Are you refusing me because of Andrew?" he asks."If I said yes, would you shoot him in the heart too?" Avery asks with disgust."Any man who tries to take you from me will pay the price," Evan says seriously. "You're mine and mine alone."