“Trust me?” she asked.
He stilled his fingertips. “Always.”
“We can just go in the bedroom and I’ll tie you up or something?” That might be more fun, anyway.
A slight grin lifted the edges of his mouth. “Let’s do this.”
She snuggled against him and turned onThe Price Is Right. His hand found hers just as the first contestant ran down the aisle to Contestant Row. His face turned hard, but he didn’t glance away. She squeezed his hand. He traced the line of her ring with his thumb—she’d gone back for it after they patched things up. The ring represented the promise to herself that, no matter what, no matter how things went, she’d be okay alone.
She’d be okay by herself, but life was pretty fantastic when she had Jase next to her.
“You’re still doing all right?” she asked as a contestant bid way too high on a Pentax digital camera.
He released her hand and wrapped his arm around her. “You’re more wound up than I am.”
“I’ll relax.” She forced herself to watch as Drew Carey named the winner and called him onto the stage.
“I likeJeopardythe best, butThe Price is Rightcomes in at a close second.” She wasn’t a talker when she watched television, but she found herself wanting to distract Jase from whatever was going on in his head. “My favorite is Plinko. I think that’s everyone’s favorite. No one really likes the golf game, but they play that one all the time.”
Jase slipped something hard and cool into Heather’s hand. A box.
She lifted it up.
A ring box.
Her heart skipped. Drew Carey was announcing Punch a Bunch in the background as the first game, and Jase’s fingertips were tapping against his knee again.
Everything about the moment imprinted in her memory as she lifted open the top. An engagement ring sat between the two tiny silk pillows. Her mouth dropped open. She turned to him and tucked her feet under her thighs, but she didn’t look up, her gaze pinned on the ring before her.
“Figured you might want to.” He lifted the ring from the box.
She snapped her gaze from the diamond solitaire to Jase. He was breathing harder than normal. When he’d asked if she’d watch with him, she had no idea this was what he had planned.
“Do you?” He held the ring to her.
“Do I?”
“Want to?” He picked up her hand in his.
Her chest started to pulse with laughter. She bit her lip. “That’s your proposal?”
“You’re not supposed to laugh.” His eyes sparkled.
She held her hand out to him, spreading her fingers so he could slip the ring in place. “Yes, Jase. Yes, I want to.”
“Good.” He turned back to the television.
She snuggled into his side. “Your marriage proposal could use a little work.”
“You said yes, so it couldn’t have been that bad.” He lifted her chin with his fingertip, pressing a light kiss to her lips. She liked all his kisses—the hot ones, the fast ones, the slow ones, but she liked the light ones the best, because he saved those for important moments, the ones he wanted her to remember.
“Whatever the question, if it’s about us being together, the answer is always yes.” Heather caught his hand with her own and squeezed. She swore his eyes misted.
“Always?” he asked.
“Always and forever.” She held his gaze and they stayed that way. Neither of them moved. “That’s not to say a dash of what you did for me with the promposal wouldn’t be welcomed.”
“Because you love flowers now?”
