“You want me to ask?” Charlie said, again with the sour-pants tone.
He should probably work on his proposal game. “You’re sort of supposed to ask.” Molly glanced between them. “That’s kind of in the rules.”
While she didn’t love the idea of being alone, with Agnes in Minnesota, she hated the idea of Agnes miserable more. The air had gone incredibly thick. “And, uh—” Molly licked at her lips. “Maybe say something nice to her to warm her up to the idea, first.”
Look at her, coaching him on how to do this the right way.
“I’m asking her to marry me. Move with me. What’s there to warm up to?” Charlie asked.
Um. Lots.
“Okay.” Molly splayed her hands, ignoring her own Gavin and Cassidy crisis. Actually, this could be a good lesson for Gavin, too. A lesson everyone needed to hear.
She made a mental note to add a web episode along these lines. What to do when you’re ready to go further! No. Not that further. The real further.
“When you meet the right person, you should tell them that. You should let them know that they are important, that you care for them.” She looked to Agnes. “If you want to be with them forever, you compromise. Make plans together.” She glanced to Charlie. “And you ask nicely.”
“Agnes,” Charlie said with true sincerity. “You’re the right person for me.” He looked to Molly.
She urged him on with a look.
“You’re important to me.” He glanced back to Molly.
“Tell her you care about her.”
“I care about you,” he said, oh-so very sincere. “Ask nicely,” Molly finished.
“Would you do me the immense honor of becoming my wife?” he asked without any grump in his tone, just a whole lot of love. “I’ll buy you a ring.”
Oh, that was good proposing.
Agnes seemed a little taken aback. More than a little, really.
Molly’s heart melted in a big pile of… Well, not Skittles. But something ooey-gooey and delicious. Agnes deserved all of the happy the world had to offer.
“Yes, Charlie. I’d enjoy that,” Agnes replied, like her heart wasn’t turning into the same puddle of mush as Molly’s. For the record, Molly was certain it was the same puddle—Agnes just had herself pulled tight and held her cards close to her chest.
Charlie leaned in for a kiss on the ol’ smackaroo. Oh.
Oh.
While Molly was so thrilled for them, she slid her gaze to the side when he started using tongue. And, dear God, he needed to put his hands in his pockets.
Molly cleared her throat, searching for her place in this whole thing and failing miserably.
“Charlie, I trust your intentions with Agnes are honorable?” she asked. It was weak, but it worked.
He pulled away from Agnes.
“Of course they’re honorable,” he grunted. “I went to bingo with her, didn’t I?”
“Congratulations, you two.” Gavin held his hand out to
Charlie. “I’m happy for you both.”
“Well, this is something that will shore up our matchmaking story,” Molly said, a little numb. A little shocked.
Also, excited. Really, she was excited.
