It’s a nervous laugh and he does the thing with his hand over his hair again, so my tummy clenches. He’s worried I’m not going to like his answer. "The day I went with Finn and Trey out of town. On our walk back to the car, we passed a jewelry store. It was in the window and a part of me forced me to stop and look. In that moment I knew, in my gut, sooner or later you’d be mine. I wanted to be prepared and I knew I’d need this ring. Guess I was right.”
“They had this in the shop window?” I pick my hand up holding the ring out in front of him.
“Well… no. They had one similar to it and I went in asking for something bigger. Back then I wasn’t sure what you’d like, but I wanted you to have the best.”
“I can’t believe Aspen kept this from me.” She’s horrible at secrets.
“Aspen’s not important. We need to decide if we’re packing before or after the post proposal sex.”
“What?” Why do I feel two steps behind this whole conversation?
“There’s a flight to Vegas at five, so we’ll have to pack and get to the airport by three.”
“The airport?” I question.
“Yeah I bought tickets while I changed.”
“You were quite sure of yourself, huh?”
“When I see something I want, I go for it. Whatever it takes. I told you in order to win you over, a guy needed to prove himself. I did that. You said yes. I win.”
“I can’t get married in Vegas today.” I stand in front of the couch thinking of the clothes a girl needs for a wedding. Even a small one in a Vegas chapel.
He stands with me. “Of course not. We’ll fly in today, but the wedding won’t happen until tomorrow.”
Tomorrow? I need to call Aspen.
