When Beck lets me go once we reach the table, I look up to him with a smile. “Rack ’em up, honey.”
Epilogue – Jensen
A year and a half later
“Okay, are you ready to go now?” I ask as Beck continues to stretch in the grass. It’s the first Tuesday we’ve had since the season started to run now that it’s officially spring again here in Boston.
“Jen, baby, can I not stretch first?” Beck pulls his foot behind his back to stretch his hamstring.
On one hand, yes, the man can stretch— he looks damn good while he does. We’re coming up on a year and a half of us officially being together, and during that time I’ve given Beck so many tattoos.
I’ve added to his slutty thigh tattoo by continuing the lightning strikes all the way down his leg. He’s got the cherry blossom tree spreading across his ribs. And his left arm has been my most recent playground for his patchwork sleeve. The latest one I did was a rendition of the pinup girl that’s on my tapestry in our home, but, at Beck’s request, the legs had to mimic mine.
He was hot to begin with, but with even more tattoos? He has me freaking drooling sometimes. However, right now, I’m pretty sure he’s stalling for something and it’s pissing me off.
Dottie’s even circling him in anticipation at this point.
“Ay dios mío, Beck.” I tilt my head back with a slight groan when he simply pulls his arm across his chest. “I’m about to start running without you and you can catch up.”
Beck chuckles. “Okay, Killer, relax. I’m ready.”
“Great,” I clip, but with one step forward to start, Beck’s grabbing my wrist.
“Hold on, you’re missing something.”
I pinch my eyebrows together. “No, what are you talking about? I’m not missing anything.”
He tilts his head then proceeds to look up and down my body. Is he trying to get thrown in the harbor today or something? “Beckham Daines, I’m going to start running without you.”
His head goes back. “Oh yeah, I remember. Dottie, come here.” Bending down, Beck unclips her leash, then puts it back on. I can’t tell what he’s doing, but he’s really pushing it.
“You’ve got five seconds,” I warn, but as Beck turns to me, he doesn’t stand up…no, he stays down on one knee and holds up a gold engagement ring.
“I think this is what you’re missing, Jenni-cakes.”
My jaw drops and my sour attitude disappears, but I know this fucker was egging me on, on purpose. “Beck, w-what are you doing?”
“Before I ask you to marry me, I had to make sure I could still get under your skin. I had to hear a little bit of Spanish, and really, I would have loved a threat but I think you might have been saying those in your head.”
My laugh comes through with happy tears. “I was so about to throw you into the harbor.”
“Thank god.” This heart-stopping smile comes to Beck’s face. “Jensen James, would you do me the absolute honor of marr?—”
“Yes,” I answer before he can even get the question out. “Yes, I’ll marry you.”
The moment Beck slides the ring on my finger, he’s up and pulling me into his arms. Dottie starts to bark and the crowd that’s formed around us starts to clap and cheer, but the moment Beck’s lips meet mine everything fades away.
Beck cups my face. “You ready now, baby?”
I sputter a laugh. “You expect me to run…now?” I pull back a step to fully admire the ring now on my finger. At Callie and Will’s engagement party, I tattooed a J on Beck’s finger and a B on my own, but I have to say the ring looks pretty amazing along with it.
“Yeah, Killer, we’re still going on a run.” Beck gives me this devilish grin. “You can chase after me, though, if you want.”
“Oh, my sweet, delusional stalker.”
“So possessive with that little ‘my.’” Beck pulls me in again. “But I want the title this time, it’s your soon-to-be delusional husband.”
“You’re damn right.” I wrap my arms around his shoulders. “You’re gonna get three miles at best out of me now.”
