Page 130 of The Runaway


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I smile as I stare longingly at my ring, feeling a new sense of belonging. A permanent one. “What will you tell your fans?” I wince.

He lifts his arm and nods me over. “Come here.”

I slip under and look up at the phone he’s positioned in front of us, snaping a selfie with the sunset behind us.”

I hover by his forearm watching as he types a caption under the square photo of us.

The king always gets his queen

#lovethisgirl #smalltownlove #sunsets #shesaidyes

EPILOGUE

(A few weeks later)

Iwish the place wasn’t such a mess,” my bride-to-be pouts when she steps back into the kitchen to check on the ham.

“Relax. Everyone knows we’re renovating,” I assure her, adding cinnamon to my pitcher of homemade eggnog.

We were going to celebrate Christmas Eve at Levi’s this year. He’s got the space, the festive decor and probably the biggest tree in Hideaway Springs. But I wanted everything perfect for Pepper tonight. And the risk of Charlie refusing to come was a lot smaller if I told her Pepper was hosting and cooking.

“At least we’re not starting the kitchen until after the new year.” Pepper slips off the oven mitt and closes the door.

“You need to relax. Drink more eggnog.”

She bites on her fingernail and glances around the kitchen for the fourth time today. “Right. Yeah. Relax.” She twists and pulls on the junk drawer, scanning through mindless items.

“What are you looking for?”

“Hmm?” She shuts the drawer. “Nothing. What?”

I taste the new batch of the cocktail, mostly to cover the smirk.

Pepper rubs her fingers nervously, avoiding my eyes. “I’d better go check on our guests.

“What’s wrong with your wife?” Noah asks, coming in after Pepper hurries out.

My wife.

I can’t wait to call her that. I haven’t been taking the word for granted the way everyone else in my family seems to have the last few weeks.

“Oh she just lost her engagement ring.”

“What? Are you serious?”

I smirk and whip it out of my pocket.

Noah perks a brow. “How long has she been looking for it?”

I tuck it away. “Three days.”

“What’s going on?” Levi asks entering the kitchen. “Jackson’s getting hungry. When are we eating?”

“Waiting for a delivery,” I answer dryly.

“Who delivers on Christmas Eve?”

“Why would you take her ring? Are you unproposing?” Noah stammers.

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