“Hi,” I grin.
“Hey, babygirl,” he smiles back. “Come here.”
I take his hand and let him pull me to my feet before leading me toward the fire.
“S’more time?” I ask. “Did Twin Two ever get back with the chocolate?”
“Nico,” Twin Two corrects, tossing a pack of chocolate bars in my direction. “Did. But I ate one on the way back for having to deal with bossy designers.”
“Fair,” I giggle. “I’ll make you one, Tank.”
I grab one of the long metal roasting sticks and shove a marshmallow onto the end before stepping closer to the flames.
I hold it over the fire patiently until it reaches the perfect shade.
Skip is right in that regard.
My brother is a lunatic.
Black is best.
“Do you have the crackers ready, Tank?” I ask, blowing out the flaming marshmallow.
“I’m ready whenever you are, baby,” he answers.
Turning, I smile up at him. Except…He’s not standing there.
He’s on the ground.
On one knee.
Smiling.
Holding up a ring.
My brain stops working.
The world goes silent except for the crackling of the fire.
No.
Freaking.
Way.
My mouth opens, but no sound comes out. Not even sure I’m breathing.
The stick falls from my hand, the burnt marshmallow landing forgotten in the grass.
Tank chuckles softly.
“Yeah,” he says. “That was about the reaction I was expecting.”
My hands fly to my face.
“Are you serious right now?”
He lifts the ring slightly higher.
