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She booted up her laptop and typed in the Wi-Fi password, her fingers tapping impatiently as she waited for her email app to open.
I glanced over her shoulder. The first email in her inbox was from Caroline with a spreadsheet attached and a single sentence: Please review this file urgently.
Amanda growled as she stabbed at the touchpad to double-click the file’s icon.
The spreadsheet opened. Only seven of its cells had been populated, not with numbers, but words.
I sunk to one knee, a small velvet box in my hand, as her lips moved reading the words. I knew them by heart and recited them in my mind:
My sunshine:
You are my sun: to love you is to follow you
Oban to London and beyond to Ballydoon
My home is with you; anywhere, everywhere.
You are home, hen.
Will you be mine forever?
She bit her bottom lip. “Stuart…”
“Click the seventh cell, hen.” My voice had dropped an octave and my words came out like a demand.
That cell had a file embedded. With a shaking hand, she double-clicked the cell, and a GIF appeared. It was of me, down on one knee in my office at the distillery, holding up an open ring box.
“Turn around, hen.”
Amanda slowly turned to find me in the same pose as the GIF, holding up the ring box.
“Oh Stuart.”
“Amanda Henrietta Turner, I know it’s soon. But I know what we have feels right and I want to make it forever with you.” I slipped the ring out of its satin cushion. “Will ye marry me?”
She nodded, tears spilling down her cheeks, grinning. “Yes, Stuart. I’m yours.”
With a shaking hand, I slipped the ring onto her finger.
“Henrietta?” she whispered. “How did you…”
I pressed a quick kiss to her lips. “I called your mum and asked for your hand in marriage. She said yes, told me your middle name and stories of ye growing up. She also said your nickname is Henny Penny. Now I know why ye liked being called hen, hen.”
She cupped my jaw and kissed me deep, seeking more of my mouth. I pushed the laptop aside and both of us tumbled to the carpet.
I broke our kiss, smoothing a finger over her knotted brow. “What is it, hen?”
“I was going to ask you to come with me to Australia next month to meet my family.”
I grinned. “I already asked Caroline to buy a ticket for me on your same flight. And upgrade yours. We’re flying business.”
I tried to kiss her again, but she braced my chest with her arms.
“Stuart, what if I don’t want to come back to the UK? I miss home so much -”
I silenced her with a kiss. “Hen, you are my home. I’ll follow you wherever ye need to go.”
Tears rolled down her cheeks and I swiped them away.
