“Great. How about tomorrow at nine?”
“I’ll be there.”
“See you then. Bye.”
I hung up the phone and jumped in the air. “Brock! I got the job! I got the fucking job!”
“I’m proud of you, babe.” He picked me up, and I burst into tears. “Wait, what’s happening?”
“I’m so happy.” I sobbed into his shoulder. “I can’t believe it. The job. You. I got so lucky.”
He grabbed my face in his hands and had the warmest, softest look in his eyes. “I know what you mean. So, let’s go into the bedroom and talk about it?”
“Smooth, Brock. Real smooth.” I half-laughed, half-sobbed.
“You answered that phone and left me with the raging boner.” He put my hand on it, and I gulped. “I’m trying to be a good guy here, but—”
“Say no more.” I ran into our future bedroom and threw my clothes at him. “Let’s christenourbedroom.”
“God, I love the sound of that.”
* * *
An hour or two later,he traced lines on my back with his fingers. My soul felt on fire with him. My body, mind, and soul loved everything about him, and I knew without a doubt my mom was happy for me. This is the person she’d want for me. “You still awake, big guy?”
“Yes.” He kissed the top of my head. “You wore me out.”
I blushed. “So worth it.”
“Agreed.”
I pushed myself up and waited until he looked at me. I took a long breath, the tightness in my core lessening as I said the words. “Not right now. Not anytime soon. But, Iwillmarry you.”
“I know you will.” He grinned, and his damn dimple came out. “But thank you.”
“Why are you so damn confident I will?”
“Because, Grace.” He rolled over on top of me and framed my face with his arms. “You show me every day how much you love me. I’d wear you down eventually.”
“Uh. Way to ruin the moment. I worked myself up to that, asshole.”
“Mrs. Asshole Anderson.” He pressed his delicious lips on mine. “Grace Anderson. God, it sounds good. You sure you don’t want to wear a ring?”
“Brock.” I sighed into his mouth. “Mm. You always taste good. Stop distracting me!”
He laughed and shook his head. “What were you saying?”
“I wouldn’t even know what kind of ring I would want. I’ve never thought about it.”
Something shifted on his face. A look of guilt.
“Brock, what did you do?”
“Nothing.” He got off me and went into the bathroom. I followed because I was nosy and persistent. He grimaced when he saw me.
“Spill it.” I crossed my arms over my breasts. He tended to get distracted from them.
“I feel stupid.” He let out a sound that rivaled a pout before continuing. “Fine. Here. I found this a week ago, and I foolishly bought it. Don’t make a big deal out of it.”
