Page 132 of The Foul Out

He lifted a hand and wiped it away, his expression soft.

I loved that ring.Inhaling, working to calm my emotions, I surveyed the others again. “But do you want?—”

He pressed his finger to my lips, stopping the words. “I spent two full days tracking this down because I want you to have it.”

“Will they be mad if you don’t buy one here?”

He shrugged, unconcerned, as always. “We can get our wedding bands here. Plus, I bought something else.”

“What?”

“Jonathan,” he called over his shoulder.

The man in the suit came back, this time holding a smaller tray.

On it was a silver bracelet. The chain looked like a thin sparkling rope, and in the center was a circular piece with an H stamped on it. But there were two extra lines coming up at odd angles. It took me a second to realize what I was looking at.

“It’s an H and a K.” Our initials.

Kyle nodded. “It’s a custom-made permanent bracelet. If you want, they’ll solder the ends together.”

“So it won’t come off.”

His lips tipped up in a shy smile that was so unlike this confident man.

“You’ll have my name on your arm.” I traced his tattoo with my finger, then moved that same finger to my wrist. “And I’ll have yours on mine.”

“That was the idea. We’ll both be permanently marked.” He brushed his index finger over my wrist in the same spot I’d just touched. “But only if you want it.”

“I love the idea, baby.” I held my wrist out.

Kyle nodded at Jonathan, who clasped the bracelet and secured it, then brought out a soldering tool and a shield toprotect my skin. The heat was a little uncomfortable, but only for a moment.

Once it was in place, Kyle lifted my hand. The circle with our initials sat centered on my wrist. He kissed the spot and then dropped down to one knee.

“There is no one in this world I’d rather do life with. You’re my friend, my partner, my playmate, my challenge, and the love of my life. So will you do me the honor of adding one more title to that list?Wife.” He held up my grandmother’s ring. “Marry me, Harper?”

I nodded and held out my hand so he could slip the heirloom onto my finger.

“I will love you forever,” he promised. But his words meant more than justI love you. They were a promise to actively keep loving me, through all the good days and even on the bad days.

“I will love you too.”

Curious what is going on with Wren and why she is acting so unlike herself?