That made sense. She was overreacting. Even if he was going to ask her to marry him, he wouldn’t do it here and now.
Although his parents were here.
Did she even want to be engaged again?
To Jase?
Absolutely.
“Are you calm?” Denise asked.
She swallowed around the lump in her throat and nodded.
“Right. Let’s do a shot.”
“Shots are good.”
Denise linked her arm through Bree’s and led her back to the bar. Two lemon drops later, Bree relaxed enough to stop freaking out, but spent the rest of the evening waiting for Jase to make some grand gesture.
Melissa tracked her down an hour after her freak-out to tell her they were leaving. “I can’t tell you how delighted I am to see Jase so happy.” She hugged Bree tight and whispered in her ear. “Thank you. For bringing him back to us.”
Tears pricked the back of her eyes. “Lunch tomorrow?”
Melissa held her at arm’s length and smiled, not fooled by Bree’s deflection. “I’ll call Jase in the morning so we can figure out a time.” She kissed Bree’s cheek and walked toward Bill standing near the exit with their coats.
Bree jumped as a hand slid across her hip.
“Are you okay?” Jase asked.
“Yes.” She smiled brightly. “You just startled me.” She rested her hand on top of his.
He kissed the top of her head. “You ’bout ready?”
“Yeah. Need to say goodbye to Gran.”
They wound through the remaining friends and family to where Gran sat with several people. “We’re headed out.” She leaned down and hugged Gran. “We’re having lunch with Jase’s parents tomorrow, if you’d like to join us.”
Gran kissed her cheek, then rubbed her thumb over the same spot. “I’d love to. Give me a call in the morning.”
“I will. Love you.” Bree returned her kiss.
“Love you, too.” She waved her fingers at Jase. “Drive safe.”
“Yes, ma’am.”
Fingers brushing across her cheek woke her. Bree yawned wide and turned her head to Jase.
Jase brushed a strand of hair off her shoulder. “We’re home, darlin’.” She nodded and unbuckled the seat belt, and Jase helped her out of the truck.
She hung her keys on the hook next to the kitchen door and kicked off her heels.
Jase stopped her from going farther into the house. “What’s wrong?” he asked. “You’ve been quiet since you went to dance. Did something happen?”
Bree shrugged and averted her gaze. “Just tired.”
“I know how you act when you’re tired. This isn’t it.”
She sighed. “I saw you talking to Gran.”
