Her mouth drops open, cheeks glowing. “I think we’re on the same wavelength, cowboy.”
Her fingers curl into the brim of my hat, holding it in place like she’s claiming it.
Like she’s claiming me.
“I think we are,” I say, voice rough.
She watches me for a second. Really watches me. Like she’s deciding something.
“What’s the craziest thing you’ve ever done?” she asks.
I huff a quiet laugh. “Tonight’s climbing the list.”
“Not good enough,” she says, stepping closer. “I mean really crazy.”
I glance down at her. At the way she fits against me. At the way this whole night feels like it’s already slipping out of my control.
“Why?” I ask.
Her smile turns slow, wicked.
“Because I don’t want to forget this,” she says softly. “I want something that proves it happened.”
Something in my chest tightens.
“Scarlett—”
“Marry me.”
The words land between us like a spark.
I stare at her. “You’re drunk.”
“So are you.”
“That’s a terrible reason to get married.”
“Then give me a better one,” she challenges.
I should say no. I should shut this down… walk away.
Instead, I reach up, adjusting the hat on her head. “You sure you want to do something you can’t take back?” I ask.
Her eyes don’t waver. “Are you?”
That’s the problem. I don’t remember the last time I wanted anything this much.
Though it makes no sense at all.
And I know better… that marriage isn’t something to be taken lightly or rushed into.
Even though…
I take her hand.
“Alright,” I say quietly.
Her breath catches. “Alright?”
