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“Nah, how could that be a surprise? That’s like a prospect getting all shocked and shaken by a tat.”
Dell and Steel went into the clubhouse, Steel stopping for a second to rub Spot, the kitten who’d taken to the railing along the porch as the best sunning spot.
Topaz got on the back of Onyx’s bike after he’d mounted.
Onyx drove the motorcycle with her on the back holding his waist. This felt like something special for her to go for a ride with him. Different in a way…with no second guessing which way to lean when he was in front of her. Their bodies just knew.
With no idea where they were going, she let the wind whip through her short hair and enjoyed the feel of the man in front of her.
Arriving in Turnabout, Onyx turned down a residential street.
Topaz watched as the homes passed.
Onyx slowed his ride toward one at the middle of the block with a driveway before turning off the motorcycle. He glanced over his shoulder to her. “Come on, I have this house here to show you.”
“A house? What on earth for?” Topaz figured he’d done some job here, even though she thought all the men were focused on the work at the school. This wasn’t really what she expected from him when she had so much to do for the wedding.
The sidewalk was cracked a bit, but nothing to cause too much worry as they took the five steps to the front door. A locked box sat attached to the doorknob. He put in a code to open the little box and retrieved a key. With a hard push, the door came open.
Topaz stood on the step. Glancing in the yard to see a for sale sign only to find none was there.
“After you.” He bowed slightly and motioned for her to go in.
The house was a split entry. It appeared to need a lot of repairs. Topaz walked inside and they came to the living room. It was painted a really bright red color with shag carpeting to match and gold filigree wallpaper border on the top. “Well, I have to say I now know where all the seventies porn was shot.” She shook her head. “And here, they try to tell us it was in the Valley somewhere.”
Onyx smiled. “You don’t like it?”
“Like it for what?”
“Well, my sweet Sarah,” he said buttering her up because it was just the two of them. “It needs some work, but I put a bid in on it for us and the realtor let me know it was accepted. Freaky and Shark said they can help me remodel it.”
“Us?” she questioned while feeling surprised, as she looked at the space differently now. Walking around, she started to see the bones of the house. It was sturdy and sound, she could at least see that much. The seventies vibe could be torn out and burned in effigy.
Down the hallway, were three bedrooms and two bathrooms and she wondered if the lower level matched or was it a big open room? “Why would we need all this space Onyx?”
“Well, I was thinking,” he murmured. “And I remembered a comment you made before you left for the farm.”
Topaz turned around.
Onyx was kneeling, his good knee on the floor in between his thumb and index finger was a ring.
“We wasted a year already. Everyone else could see how much we wanted each other. I’m not in the mood to waste any more time. Claiming you as my Ol’ Lady isn’t enough,” he said.
Holding her breath, she played with the zipper of her new coat.
“I want you to marry me. Stay in Turnabout and make a home. Will you?”
“Oh, my God!” Topaz covered her mouth with her hands and knelt with him before throwing herself at him. Her hands wrapping around and clutching his head as the beard he was growing brushed softly along the column of her neck and she cried, “Yes.”
When they parted, Topaz glanced around the large open space. The place empty and echoing every word spoken. “Why did you want such a big house?”
“Because I want to fill it up with kids.” He chuckled. “Remember, one son and an undetermined amount, but you clearly stated a group, of girls.”
“I love you Onyx.” Topaz couldn’t stop grinning as he slipped the ring on her third finger and she took his face in her hands. “And I want the same thing. A home, with a man I’ve wanted for as long as I can remember.”
His expression cooled for a moment.
She rushed to explain herself, “All my life, I imagined a man who put me first, who told me daily if not hourly, how much I meant to him. A man who saw the good in me even when I didn’t deserve it.”
