Dylan looked down at me, his face expressionless. “You remember that movie you made me watch when we werekids?”
I blinked at him, trying to follow his train ofthought.
He smiled, the largest smile I’d ever seen. “You didn’t say hello, but you had me before you even held up that sign.” He dropped to his knees in front of me. “I wasn’t running. I was getting out of town and then calling you to explain. There’s no way Sheriff Milton would let me get to you. He told me he had a road block set up to your house. I’d just told Kevin what was going on, and he handed me his cell phone when we turned the corner and sawyou.”
His voice cracked, and he clasped my hands in his, kissing my knuckles. “Saw you in front of his car.” He sucked in a stuttered breath. “I’ll marry you if you promise never to do anything that stupidagain.”
“Yes.”
“Yes, you’ll marry me, or you promise not to do anything that stupidagain?”
“Both.”
Zoey clapped andsquealed.
Dylan took the ring and slid it onto my shaking finger. He pulled me in for a kiss that promised a future that would be nothing like our past. One full of love andhappiness.
“Ah, congrats, but we have to go, brother.” Zoey smacked Dylan on theback.
Dylan and I followed Zoey’s gaze to the distant red and blue lights barreling down the main road out oftown.
“No. He’s not going to win this time,” Isaid.
Zoey waved us to her car. “Tell your friend to go first and lead them down the other way. You two, in my car. We’re going to get out of here and get Dylan far from MagnoliaCorners.”
“We can’t run from the police. That’ll just make things worse,” Dylan, the new, practical, rule-abiding man said to usboth.
Zoey pushed up her sleeves. “Don’t worry. We’re the Dixon sisters. And we’re part of the Dumont family now. I’ve got aplan.”
Dylan eyed me. “A lot has changed since I left. I thought Zoey was the sweetone.”
