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“Oh, yeah?”
“Mm-hm. Do you mind reaching over and checking the time on your phone?”
Weird request considering his phone was closer. I reached out with my left hand to grab the device only to gasp. On my left ring finger was a beautiful diamond ring. My gaze swung to his.
He sat up. “Guess it was rather presumptuous to put it on your finger already, but I wanted to surprise you. I love you, Oakley. And I know you said you weren’t sure how you felt about marriage, and hell, neither was I, but this past year has been the best of my life. I love our chicken nacho with guacamole and beer Monday nights, and our cheesesteak or shawarma Friday nights. I love coming home to you every night and knowing you’re in my bed and in my life. I love the idea of forever with you as my wife. Will you marry me?”
I’d said I wasn’t sure about marriage because I never could have imagined a partnership like the one I had with Max. I threw my arms around him. “Yes.”
He took my lips in a searing kiss lasting until my stomach growled.
“I blame all that food talk in your proposal.”
He chuckled. “Come on, let’s get you fed.”
I puttered into his kitchen, straight to the refrigerator, where I started taking out ingredients. “I have a surprise for you.” I slipped a recipe card across the island toward him.
He quickly read it and looked up, his eyes wide. “Is this Dan’s recipe for the famous bacon burrito?”
“It is indeed.”
“If I didn’t already love you, I’d be professing it for the first time right now. I can’t believe you got Dan to give up a recipe.”
“I have my ways.” Those ways included promising we’d visit in April. My gaze focused on the beautiful ring on my hand. Max had outdone himself with the gorgeous rock. “They’re going to flip when they hear the news.”
He laughed. “Yes, they are.”
Over our morning burritos, which weren’t quite as good as Dan’s, Max asked, “What kind of wedding do you want? Boxes with little bows which need to be tied the night before, or something different?”
He looked nervous which made it tempting to mess with him, but I wouldn’t. “Honestly, I could go for just you and me on a beach somewhere. Maybe the immediate family if they want to come.”
He grinned. “Thank God, because if you’d said you wanted a big wedding, I would’ve tied you up, kidnapped you, and smuggled you to a remote island somewhere to make you Mrs. Brooks.”
Oh, snap. I suddenly had the makings of my next fantasy. “Promise?”
His gaze darkened, and he pulled me up out of my seat to lift me over his shoulder. “Christmas morning kidnapping fantasy coming right up.”
Yes, please.
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