“You kiss me like you mean it every single time. Our past might be weird, but I wouldn’t trade a single second of it.”
My breath caught. People in our group noticed and turned to watch. Two women in the front leaned their heads together. Probably to gossip about people who got engaged on a ghost tour. I couldn’t judge. I’d been in their shoes.
But I understood it now.
Dane pulled a small black velvet box from his back pocket and opened it. The lifted cover revealed a simple but elegant ring with a single princess-cut diamond.
“So.” He licked his lips. “I figured now that we’ve survived a near-death experience and murder testimony, maybe it’s time to tie you to me a little more permanently.”
He stared at me as I covered my mouth with my hand.
“Delaney, will you marry me?”
My heart beat hard with happiness, not fear. “Of course I will.”
I pulled him up from the sidewalk so he could kiss me. Dane laughed, tugged me tightly to his chest, and kissed me. It was perfect.
The crowd behind us clapped. Remembering their presence caused my cheeks to redden. The clapping intensified and died out slowly. A woman in the middle yelled, “Congrats, y’all.”
Dane slid the ring onto my finger as my hand shook. “Fits perfectly.”
“You’re perfect,” I whispered.
He turned us toward the crowd and held up my hand like I’d just won a boxing match. “She said yes!”
