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When I returned, Jenna was sitting up, her gaze glued to the package in my hand.
I sat beside her and opened the lid to reveal a ten-carat, radiant-cut diamond on a diamond-encrusted shank and a matching wedding band.
“Oh, Chase,” Jenna breathed. “It’s gorgeous.”
“Yet you outshine it.”
Her cheeks turned pink, and she clasped her hands in front of her, staring at me expectantly.
I removed the engagement ring and cuffed her left wrist, pulling her hand toward me. As I slid the ring onto her finger, I glanced up to see her frowning at me. “You don’t like it?” I was surprised, considering her reaction when she first saw it.
“I love it.”
“Then why aren’t you smiling?”
“You haven’t asked me.”
I thought about her statement but didn’t come up with an answer. “Asked you what?”
“To marry you!” she snapped, looking indignant and ridiculously cute.
I laughed, which only deepened her frown. After sliding the ring all the way to her knuckle, I tugged on her hand and pulled her into my lap.
“We’re getting married.”
“I know,” she huffed. “But you should still ask me.”
I shook my head firmly. “I’m not giving you the chance to say no, sunshine.”
“I won’t say no!” she gasped, looking slightly offended and making me want to laugh again.
“Still not taking the chance.”
Jenna sighed, but a smile played at the corners of her plush lips. “Fine. But you can’t stop the officiant from asking me if I’ll take you as my husband.”
“Wanna bet?” I grunted. The Justice of the Peace marrying us on Saturday was a friend, and I’d already received his assurance that he would tweak that part.
Jenna put her hands on her hips, looking smug. “Sure.”
“What do I get if I win?”
She thought for a moment, then grinned. “I’ll let you choose how many kids we have.” She seemed so confident that I almost felt guilty about making the bet. But not guilty enough to call it off.
Choosing how many babies I got to knock her up with was a reward I didn’t intend to give up.
“You have a deal, sunshine.”
We shook on it and her expression remained smug. “I can’t wait to win someday.”
“You’re going to lose Saturday morning, baby,” I told her matter-of-factly.
Jenna sputtered and coughed. “Saturday? No way. My mom would be devastated.”
“Your mom and I already came to an understanding, sunshine.”
She raised her brow, then rolled her eyes and laughed.
“Okay, you can lose on Saturday.”
