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“That little shit,” I muttered, rolling to the side with a sigh.
I stripped the condom off and tossed it in the trash. I was going to strangle that boy with my bare hands.
Rory hummed in amusement and cuddled against my back.
“Don’t be too angry with him. Cody looks up to you. I saw him talking to Daisy in the bakery last Sunday. He might be asking you for dating advice soon.”
I snorted.
“I certainly hope not. My dating days are almost over. I’m going to be a married man soon.”
I felt Rory’s lips curve upward in a smile as she brushed a kiss between my shoulder blades. She slid her arms around my middle, her breasts pressed against my back.
“Don’t count your chickens before they hatch, cowboy. You haven’t even proposed yet. Now, ask me.”
I shook my head.
“Can’t do that, darlin’.”
“Why not?”
“I have a plan,” I replied. “Got it all laid out.”
“Really? I’m listening. Tell me more.”
“I’m going to set the foundation of our house first. Grady agreed to give us that little clearing where we had our picnic, as a wedding gift. I’d get down on one knee on the steps of our house, and I’d ask you to start a new chapter of our lives together. It’s poetic and romantic and it was going to be a surprise, before Cody opened his big mouth anyway.”
Rory laughed softly. She shifted around, climbing into my lap until she straddled me. I hooked am around her waist, pulling her tight against my chest. I always wanted her closer.
“It sounds perfect,” she said. “I can’t wait that long though.”
“Too bad, darlin’. You’ll just have to be patient.”
She wrinkled her nose and squirmed in my lap.
“Come on. Ask me, Beau. Or I’ll ask you first.”
It dawned on me how the tables had turned. Rory used to hate it when I pestered her for a kiss, year after year, and she always refused. Now she was begging me to ask for her hand in marriage. I swept a lock of hair away from the corner of her mouth, skimming my knuckles against her cheek.
Still holding her close, I fished the ring out of my pocket—a simple band of gold, crafted to look like braided shafts of wheat. I knew my girl would have hated diamonds, or big, flashy gemstones.
“Will you marry me, Rory?”
A smile bloomed across her face from ear to ear.
“Yes, Beau. I will.”
I barely slid the ring onto her finger before Rory—my fiancée, soon to be my wife—pressed her lips to mine with a kiss.
