He kneeled—not crouched or hunkered—he went on one knee before me.
My eyes widened. My heart thundered in my ears when I realized what was happening. Lights flashed as cellphones took snapshots of us.
The clapping stopped.
Those beautiful green eyes holding mine, Max took my left hand, his thumb playing with my engagement ring. “Two years ago, I asked you to marry me. You told me to ask again in two years. That time is here. Logan, will you finally put me out of my misery and marry me?”
I laughed. Then nodded, then forced out the words through a throat thick with emotions. “Yes—yes!”
A smile tugged at his mouth. He rose and drew me to my feet.
“Where’s the ring?” someone shouted.
I lifted up my left hand. “He gave it to me two years ago to wear, said it was so everyone would know I belonged to him.”
Laughter filled the bar.
“Good job, man!” War yelled from the back.
Smiling, Max pulled me into his arms and kissed me, leaving me panting when he eased back.
“You planned all this?”
“Yes, two years ago when you gave me your edict.”
A shaky laugh escaped me. “I dread to think what you’ll do for our wedding.”
“That I’ll leave to you, baby. Plan whatever your heart desires, you have three months. The honeymoon’s mine.”
At the ultimatum, I pulled back and blinked at him. “Three months? That’s not enough time—”
Green eyes trapped mine. “Or else we go to Vegas.”
With that threat, he grasped my hand and dragged me back to our table when something else struck me. Three was his number. If I went back and checked, I was sure every momentous occasion that had occurred between us would be, as he’d teasingly predicted, on or around the same time frame.
Amidst a crush of hugs and well-wishers, I knew I’d plan the wedding for July. Besides not wanting some Elvis impersonator marrying us, there was no way I’d break his lucky streak.
At the thought of spending my life with Max, my chest expanded with love. This was where I belonged.
With the man who always left me breathless.
The End…
