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“Don’t let it get to your head.” She rested her head on his shoulder. “Or I’ll have to slap you around a little bit more.”
“Promise?” Garrett asked, his tone deep with need.
Mike flinched. “Stop that train of thought before I hurl on your baby.”
Garrett looked at Chris, who finally joined them. Chris nodded and Garrett stepped out of Kiersten’s hold, stumbled, and fell at her feet. Kiersten shrieked, Chris grinned, and Mike looked down at him with wide eyes.
“What the heck, man?” Mike exclaimed. “Did you forget how to walk or something?”
“Sorry.” Garrett reached into his pocket as he “struggled” to get up. “I guess so.”
Kiersten dropped to her knees and grabbed his arm, trying to help him up. “Are you okay?”
He pulled the ring out of his pocket, closed tight in his fist, and rose to one knee. “I’ve never been better, because I have you.”
Relief flooded through her eyes. She laughed lightly and stumbled to her feet. “Well, maybe if you remember how to walk, you’ll feel a little bit better.”
“I don’t need to know how to walk. All I need is for you to say yes.”
Mike groaned. “Oh God. Why in front of me?”
“Because you’re family,” Garrett said without looking back. “Besides, you’re holding my baby, and you haven’t left yet.”
“Shh,” Chris said, kicking Mike in the shin. “You’re ruining it.”
Mike glared at his nephew but kept his trap shut.
Kiersten watched with a wrinkled brow, then looked down at Garrett. He knew the moment she realized why he was still on the ground. Knew it because her eyes glazed over with tears. She covered her mouth with a trembling hand. “Garrett?”
“Let’s go.” Mike grabbed Chris by the arm and hauled him out of the gym, giving them privacy. Kiersten watched them leave, then turned back to Garrett.
Garrett took a steadying breath and swiped his free hand down his pants. “I’ve loved you for longer than I can remember. I’ll always love you. I know you’ve had a hard time accepting love and believing in love, but I hope you’ve grown past that. I hope you know you ca
n trust me.”
“Of course,” she whispered.
“And I chose to do this here for one reason. I watched you across the gym every single game and tried to remind myself you would never want me. I watched you, and wanted you so badly every single time. But that night you invited me over and opened your arms to me was the night my life finally began. It was the night you made me complete.” He shoved his hair off his forehead and smiled up at her. “I remember watching you that night. Mike was mocking me for holding on to a childhood crush and I said I’d gotten over you. It was the biggest lie I ever told. I’ve never gotten over you—and I never want to.
“I want to spend the rest of my life making you smile. Making you happy.” He held the ring up between his thumb and index finger and she gasped. “I want to spend the rest of my life as your husband. Kiersten, will you make me the happiest man on earth and marry me?”
And he waited. Waited to see if she’d grown past not wanting to ever be married. Waited to see if she’d make him her husband, her partner, her love.
“Oh my God.” Tears streamed down her face and she let out a strangled sob. “Yes! I love you, too. And yes!”
She sank to her knees and threw herself at him, kissing him passionately. He hauled her close, never wanting to let her go. And now…he wouldn’t have to. Except for one more time…
He broke the kiss and grabbed her hand. Sliding the ring on her finger, he grinned at her. “There. Now it’s official. You’re mine.”
“Sweetie.” She wriggled her hand, watching the diamond. “It was already official.”
He stood up and swung her over his shoulder. He gave a gentle slap on her ass, then headed for the door. “Let’s go tell everyone you said yes.”
He kicked through the double doors and almost knocked Mike over. Chris sat on the lobby bench outside the gym door, holding Amy, and Mike had apparently had his ear to the door.
“Since she’s over your shoulder,” Mike said, smoothing his hair as if he hadn’t been caught eavesdropping, “I assume she said no and you’re kidnapping her to haul her off to a chapel to force her hand?”
“And if I was?”
