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She leaned in and kissed him; he cradled the back of her head in his hand. He wanted to hold her here to him forever. Her lips molded to his, their softness wrapping his in her warmth.
She pulled slightly back and laid her forehead against his. Then she sat up and looked into his eyes. He grinned. He wanted to remember this moment—forever.
“Kenna Lawrence, will you be my wife and have my green-eyed, dark-haired babies?”
Her throat moved as she swallowed. Her lips formed the most beautiful smile, and her head nodded.
“I absolutely will. All of it. Be your wife. Have babies with you. Create a family and love you all my days.”
46
They stood at the graveside as the minister said last words before they lowered her father into the ground. Spencer’s arm was firmly around her shoulders. His presence was always comforting.
The sun didn’t shine today. For some reason, that seemed fitting. The cloudy day lent to the mood.
The minister finished his prayer, and she dutifully said, “Amen.”
Spencer’s parents had been present throughout, always there when they needed them. Never in the way or glomming for attention. Spencer was so much like his father, it was uncanny to watch them. Same facial expressions. Same laugh. Same gestures.
They hadn’t told anyone they’d gotten engaged. It wasn’t the right time and she sort of enjoyed having a happy secret. Spencer wanted them to get through the funeral, then go to Brookswood and buy a ring to make it official. They’d tell everyone after.
She turned and hugged her mom. Then Spencer’s parents, then her brothers.
Spencer took her hand in his and led her to his truck. His parents walked with them. Her brothers took their mom by the arms and walked just ahead of them.
Spencer said, “Mom and Dad, will you be joining us for lunch?”
His mom responded, “Yes. We’ll go there with you both.”
He grinned but said nothing else. He helped Kenna into the backseat of his truck. His mom sat with her. He and his father in the front.
Her phone chimed a text, and she pulled it up and gasped. Wyatt turned quickly. “Let me see it.”
She quietly handed her phone to him. Spencer’s eyes glanced at her in the mirror. Spencer’s phone chimed a text then, and he pulled it from his pocket and handed it to his dad.
She’d received another anonymous text from the mysterious only-nines number of her standing next to Spencer at the gravesite.
She leaned forward to see what he’d received, and Wyatt held up Spencer’s phone and showed her. It was a picture of Kenna hugging Spencer’s parents at the gravesite.
“I didn’t see him there. I wasn’t looking, but I think I would have noticed him.”
Spencer’s jaw was tight when he responded, “I was watching and didn’t see him at all.”
Wyatt tapped on the phones, seemingly to send the pictures off to Cyber or Tate then handed her phone back to her.
“You don’t need to keep it?” she asked.
“No. We’ve got enough texts to hang him when we confirm it’s him. Or whoever it is. I forwarded these on, so they can keep them as evidence.”
She nodded, dropped her phone into her shoulder bag, and decided not to look at it again today.
As Spencer pulled into the church parking lot, his phone rang.
“Hi, Tate.”
“Hey, is this a good time?”
Spencer turned back to look at her, his brows raised. She nodded.
