“After that, I’m going to invade a small Caribbean country.”
“Make sure it has nice beaches,” Devon said.
“I’m going to puke.”
“Do that in the neighbor’s bushes, please,” Addison said.
“You guys are gross. I’m leaving.”
“Bye,” they both said.
“I’m happy for you, though!”
“Love you, too!” Addison yelled.
The door closed, and they stared at each other, then burst into laughter.
“Now that I’ve got you moved in how long do I have to wait to talk you into marrying me?” Devon asked.
Her smile felt like it was going to split her face. “That depends.”
“On?”
“How big is the pool on when you propose?”
“Well, the pool isn’t for when I ask, it’s for when you say yes. It was a fifty-dollar buy-in. Last I heard it was five hundred dollars.”
“Did you buy in?” she asked.
“They wouldn’t let me. Something about insider information.”
“Well, someone is going to be very happy tomorrow. Yes.”
He froze. “Yes? Really yes? You’ll marry me?”
She laughed. “Yes, I’ll marry you. Not tomorrow, but I love you and want to spend the rest of my life with you.”
“Shit. You know this wasn’t really the proposal. I expected you to tell me to try in a few months. I don’t even have a ring.”
“I don’t need a ring, Devon. All I need is you. Although, I do have this, if you can think of something to do with it.” She pulled out a length of silk cord from the box on the counter.
Devon pressed her harder against the counter, grinding his erection against her stomach. “God damn, I love you.”
That was the only truth she ever needed.
