“I don’t want to wait.” He reached into his pocket, and my breath caught. “So I’m not going to.”
When he dropped down on one knee, I actually forgot how to breathe.
“Megan,” he said, voice thick with emotion, “will you marry me?”
I laughed—more likechoked—and pressed my hands to my mouth. “You’re serious?”
“As a heart attack.”
Tears blurred everything but him. “Yes! Of course, yes.”
He slipped the ring onto my finger—hands still shaking—and then he stood, lifting me off my feet as I wrapped my arms around his neck. And as of now, it was the best day of my life. But tomorrow? Tomorrow might just top it.
Chapter 11
Mason
“Good Lord, it’s hot in here,” I mutter, tugging at my collar in the mirror. “Are you guys hot? I’m hot. I think I’m nervous.”
“You think?” Cody snorts, leaning back in the plastic kids’ chair that looks seconds away from snapping.
We’re crammed into the Sunday School room—the world’s smallest, most suffocating room—where the clock on the wall is ticking too loud.
I’m not nervous to marry Megan. I’m just…nervous about the wholeordeal. I’m ready to get down that aisle so we can both breathe again.
Jesse claps both hands on my shoulders, hard, and gives me a shake. “You’ll be fine,” he says. “Just think abouttonight.”
“Yeah.” I laugh, rolling my eyes. “’Cause that really calms my nerves, Jess.”
“You’re gonna look back in a few weeks and laugh about how worked up you were over it,” Cody says, stretching his legs out like he owns the place.
“No, I don’t think I will.” I adjust my tie again.
They exchange a look, one of those wordless brother-to-brother conversations.
“Alright,” Cody says, standing and patting the chair beside him. “I’ll run you a quick lesson.”
“A lesson?” I repeat.
“Sit.” He pats the chair again. Reluctantly, I do as he says.
“First off,” Cody says, leaning forward, brows raised, “tell me you know the basics.”
I glare at him.
“Cody, don’t give him a hard time,” Jesse says, settling into the chair across from us. “Look at him.”
“I’m helping,” Cody argues. “My biggest piece of advice? Stretch.”
“Stretch?” I blink.
“Oh, for Pete’s sake.” Jesse groans. “Don’t listen to him.”
“What?” Cody throws his hands up. “I wish someone would’ve toldmethat!”
“He’s not pulling a hamstring the first time,” Jesse says, fully serious.
“Who’s pulling a hamstringat all?” I ask, looking between them. Nobody answers me.
