His face softens, and I love this expression. He’s not vulnerable often, but when he is, it makes me love him even more.
“I like that idea. I actually have something Iwanted to ask you?—”
“The answer is already yes!” I say, sliding my arms around his neck and pulling him down for a light kiss.
He chuckles and says, “I haven’t even asked it yet.”
I shrug. “Well, if it concerns you and me, then I’m in.”
Lowering his voice, he says, “So, you’ll marry me?”
I bite my bottom lip and nod.
“Do you care if we do a better proposal when we get to the farm in a bit? The bargain I struck with your grandpa was that they get to see it.”
Pulling him in, I give him a long, slow kiss. This man is worth every hoop we’ve had to jump through as a couple.
“Get a room, you two,” one of Court’s teammates says on their way out.
I turn and reach out to hold Court’s hand. “We should probably go now, then. I’ll be getting texts from Grammie anytime about how we’re already late.”
“What’s that in your hand?” Court asks, glancing down at the business card.
I hold it up so he can read the writing. “Some guy named Blaine was watching the game. He said something about calling him?”
“Actually, I stuck around for a bit,” Blaine says, walking over to us. “I wanted to extend an offer to you to be one of our spokespeople for Warrior products. What do you think?”
Court goes rigid next to me, and I know it’s not from anger but complete surprise. “You want to sponsor me? Are you sure?”
“I’ve wanted to since that dinner with Billy Thornton, to be honest. I had to do some shuffling and wait until the new fiscal year for our company to get it to work, but we want you to be one of our top guys, Courtney Burton.”
A thrill runs through me. The man I love and admire so much has put in the time and more work than I ever imagined to get to this point. And now he’s being rewarded for it.
“What do you say, Court?” I say, nudging him with my elbow when he doesn’t respond.
“Well, uh, yeah. That would be awesome.”
Blaine claps his hands together. “Great. Well, I’ll let you enjoy your night, and we’ll be in contact with more details and the contract agreement. Sound good?”
Court nods, like he’s in a trance. “Sounds very good.”
Blaine waves and heads out the door.
“Can you believe that?” I say, turning to Court with my jaw practically on the floor.
He shakes his head, watching the exit as if Blaine will come back in and take back the offer.
“You deserve it, Court.”
“I can’t believe it’s real. But it wouldn’t have been possible without you.” He pulls me in for a hug, burying his face in my neck.
“I’m pretty sure it was all you,” I say, holding him tightly. “I’ve just been there to watch the show.”
He shifts back so I can see his face. His eyes are glassy, as if he’s trying to hold back tears. “That’s all I’ve ever wanted.”
“You’ll have to call Connie,” I say.
“I will. After dinner tonight.”
