A snort slipped out, and I slapped a hand over my mouth.Wyatt’s eyes widened, a massive smile spreading across his face.“I heard that.”
“It was funny.You have your moments.”
“My moments?”He grabbed his chest, neck falling back, body arching over his seat.“That hurts.We both know I’m hilarious.”
“You’re…” I tapped my chin.“Moderately amusing.”
“I’m comedic gold, Grasso, and you know it.I should be selling tickets.”
“What have you been charging Rhone and Nero all these years?Because I’m pretty sure they’d ask for a refund.”
“The slander!”He whipped out his napkin with flourish and settled it into his collar.“Eleven years, and you’re still trying to humble me.”
“Someone has to keep that ego in check.”I gave him a swift kiss.“Or you’ll start thinking two and a half minutes is impressive.”
His fingers found my side and wiggled mercilessly.A loud laugh burst from me, and a few heads turned our way, but since we were always in our own world, most just continued with their side conversations.
His arm wrapped around my shoulder, surrounding me in cedarwood and soap, and he pulled me to him.“You’re the worst.”
“And you love me.”I rested my hand on his chest, absorbing his warmth, and telling myself this right here was more important than a ring, more important than getting to wear a white dress and stand in front of our family and declare our love.
He pulled back slightly, his golden-brown eyes locking on mine.He brushed a stray hair off my cheek.“I do.I really do.”
“Wyatt?”Rhone called across the table, and Wyatt’s head snapped up.“Who do you think would win in a fight?Godzilla or King Kong?”
A smile spread way too wide on Wyatt’s face, and I knew he was about to launch into a thesis on the subject.
Surprisingly, I had already heard his theory.There were too many variables at stake, and he needed more details.I turned away from Wyatt to listen to Sherry’s plan for the upcoming bridal shower the vineyard was hosting when Franc cleared his throat and stood, broad shoulders straightening beneath his button-down, dark hair perfectly in place.
“Hey everyone.Can I steal your attention for a second?”
All eyes darted to him, and when his eyes shifted to Quinn, her copper-red hair catching the warm tasting room lights, freckles dusting her cheeks, I already knew what was coming.Her eyes widened, lips parting slightly.
A hush fell over the tasting room, and a knot twisted in my stomach.Franc took Quinn's hand, completely engulfing it in his, and brought her away from her chair and kissed her knuckles, tender despite his intimidating size.
Oh God.
“He’s going down,” Wyatt whispered in my ear.“Our calendar is about to get fuller.”
I swatted his leg, but my heart slammed against my rib cage.
“Quinn, a year ago you walked into this very tasting room and completely brought order and a sense of calm to my chaotic life.You love Gio like he’s your own.”Franc waved to Gio, who hurried forward, dark floppy hair falling over his forehead as he stood beside Franc.Franc rested a steady hand on Gio’s shoulder before he dropped to one knee.
“We’d be crazy not to ask you.”
My lip trembled.
“Quinn St.Clair, will you marry me?”
“And be my mom?”Gio exclaimed, bouncing on the balls of his feet.
Joyous gasps erupted around me, and something hot and ugly flickered in my chest.I swallowed it down before it could show on my face.
“Yes!”Quinn exclaimed and wrapped her arms around Franc and Gio, bringing their family unit together.
Everyone cheered and shot up from their seats.I forced myself to my feet, wanting to be happy for my brother and Quinn.I loved them, and they belonged together, but they’d been together for a year.A year.And Franc knew he wanted Quinn forever.
A year.
