He opened the passenger door for me, then paused.
“Oh,” he said casually. “One more thing.”
“What thing?”
He stepped close again, slid his hand into his pocket, and pulled out something small — not a ring, I already had that, but a necklace with a locket.
“This is for you to put our wedding photo in, as soon as you set the date,” he said.
His voice quiet.
Hopeful.
Steady.
I stared. “Hawk…”
“I know it’s fast and we can wait a couple more months,” he added quickly. “I know it not yet. Just… whenever you decide.
My throat tightened.
“You sure?” I whispered.
He leaned down until his forehead rested against mine.
“I’ve never been more sure of anything.”
I swallowed past the warmth rising in my chest and took the necklace.
“Okay,” I said.
A promise in one word.
He lifted my hand and kissed my knuckles.
“Let’s go have dinner with your family. Dad is meeting us there,” he whispered.
“Good, we will tell all of them we are getting married next month.”
“Really, that’s perfect. I love you so much,” he said, wrapping me in his arms. All the guys will want to be there.
“I love you. Let’s buy Boone a new cowboy hat. His is a mess.”
“He won’t wear a new hat. His grandpa bought him that one, and he loves it.”
The sun broke through the clouds then, lighting everything in gold.
And for the first time in years, I felt like the future wasn’t something to fear.
It was something we were building — together.
I laughed as Hawk’s Brave Team pulled into my parents driveway. They lived with Hawk’s dad. We were all one big family.
The End
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