Page 114 of So Into You

“Amy.”

Everyone looked at Daniel, who was tugging on his collar and looking a little nervous. Then he started to dig into his pants pocket.

Britt drew in a sharp breath. Was her father going to propose? She looked at her mother, who was holding a serving spoon full of potatoes over her dish.

“Daniel,” she said, her eyes wide. “Surely not—”

He took out a tissue and blew his nose. When he saw everyone staring at him, he said, “What? Did you think I was going to do this?” He moved the handkerchief and revealed a familiar diamond ring.

The potatoes hit the dish. “Oh, Daniel,” she said, taking the ring from him. “How did you get my old engagement ring?”

“I had a little help.”

Britt beamed. Her father had asked her two weeks ago if she knew if her mother had kept her wedding rings. After a little snooping in her jewelry box while Mom was out running errands, she’d found it. “I didn’t think you were proposing tonight, though,” she said.

“Hunter inspired me.” He looked at Mom. “I don’t want to wait either. Will you marry me, Amy? Again?”

She threw her arms around Dad. “Yes! Of course I will!”

After lots of wedding talk as they finished supper, Britt put on her coat and walked Hunter to his bike. He had a car now, a usedone he bought two months ago with her father’s guidance, but he rode the bike as often as he could. “You know, my mom will probably want us to have the reception at their house,” he said.

“That would be wonderful.” She’d gotten to know Hunter’s family. His parents weren’t the snobs she’d expected them to be, and she chastised herself for jumping to that conclusion. Then a thought occurred. “Would it be too weird to have a double wedding with my parents?”

He straightened the purple-and-red scarf tied around her neck and took her in his arms as a chilly March breeze ruffled his hair. “Probably. But I’m fine with it if they are. We can get married anytime, anywhere, with anyone you want. On one condition.”

“What’s that?”

He glanced at his bike. “Ride with me.”

“Hunter—”

He walked over to the bike and pulled two helmets out of the saddlebag. He held the smaller one out to her.

“Anywhere?” she said, walking toward him. She trusted him enough to marry him, to be with him for the rest of her life. It was time to get over her fear of his bike. He would keep them safe.

“Yep.” When she took the helmet from him, he grinned. “I would have proposed a long time ago if that would have gotten you to ride with me.”

“Don’t push it.”

He lifted her onto the back of the seat and moved to sit in front of her. He put on his helmet, reached behind her and grabbed her arms, then wrapped them around him. “Hang on tight,” he said, revving the engine.

She locked her fingers together, leaned her cheek against his back, and they took off.I’m never letting go.