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Now she was grumpy—because ordersandno sweet potato fries. Poo.
But she picked up her sandwich, began scarfing it down.
At least she had melted cheese and crunchy, perfectly toasted bread.
“Here you go.”
She blinked, watched as a tray of—and okay,nowshe felt like an asshole—freshly made sweet potato fries appeared on the table in front of her. Which was why she made herself wait at least ten whole seconds before scarfing those down as well.
It took a solid five minutes for the food to hit her system, for her to be firmly removed from the throes of hangry.
“Hi,” Connor said, clearly recognizing that she’d emerged back into the land of humanity.
“Hi,” she whispered back.
“My sweet girl,” he murmured, leaning in, and brushing his finger over her cheek.
“Except when I get mad about you not getting sweet potato fries.”
A grin. “Well, you kept the mad inside, so gold star for the day.”
She wrinkled her nose. “No gold star if you noticed my mad in the first place.”
“I notice everything about you,” he murmured. “Including the rage that comes from having your sweet potato fries not ready for immediate consumption.” Another brush of his fingers. “They burned the first batch, sweetheart.”
“Great,” she muttered, picking up another. “Now I feel like evenmoreof a jerk.”
He shook his head, lips curved. “I know when I need to feed my woman.”
She wrinkled her nose. “Just saying, that doesn’t really make me feel better.”
“No?” he asked lightly. “Then what about this?” He reached forward, reached into the pile of fries she hadn’t gotten down to scarfing, and shifted a few to the side.
Raven sucked in a breath. “What the fuck is that?”
He retrieved the sparkling band of silver and diamonds from beneath her fries, held it up between thumb and forefinger. “Doesthismake your feel better?”
“No!” she exclaimed. “It doesn’t! Because I’m a cranky girlfriend who was mentally complaining because I had onion rings instead of sweet potato fries and—”
“You want to be a cranky fiancée complaining about onion rings instead?”
Her eyes welled. “Connor,” she whispered. “This is the wrong time. I’m a mess. I’m emotional. And I’m cranky and—”
“You’re my present and my future,” he whispered back, taking her hand, slipping on the ring.
She sniffed, losing her hold on those tears, feeling them drip down her cheeks.
The weight of that metal band feltright.
Felt like the present.
The future.
“And I don’t care if you’re cranky or pissed that I forgot sweet potato fries.” He touched her cheek. “Because you smile at me when you wake up in the morning and you burrow close when you go to sleep. Because you battled your demons and never shied away from the strength that took to most beyond them. Because you love our family and show it, despite all the shit you had to overcome. Because you’re smart and capable and beautiful and…” A sigh, his forehead dropping to hers. “And you’re everything I’ve ever wanted, baby. Now. Forever. Always. So maybe this isn’t the most romantic proposal—”
She thought it was the most romantic thing she’d ever heard of.
He saw her.
