She plopped the cap on her head and tried shoving her flaming curls beneath it, which only caused the hat to spin like a figure skater on top of her head. “What’s happening? Do you see them? Have they made it to the bench yet?”
He tore his gaze from her long enough to spy a couple walking toward the bench. “Maybe. How do I know if that’s them?”
“Is the guy the size of a moose and the girl the size of a chipmunk?”
Nate nodded. “Pretty much.”
“That’s them,” she said, finally giving up and letting the hat sit backwards with all her hair spilling out. “What’s happening now? Does it look like they’re engaged?”
“The chipmunk is waving her arms. Now the moose is waving his arms. So... maybe?”
“Does it look like a celebratory, yay-we’re-engaged sort of wave?”
“More like a darn-mosquitoes-are-everywhere sort of wave. Uh-oh.”
“Uh-oh? What uh-oh? Why are you uh-oh-ing?”
“They just glanced our way.”
She fisted the sides of his T-shirt and tugged him closer. “They can’t know it’s me.”
“Well, hate to tell you, but I left my trench coat and fake mustache in my other pants pocket, so not really sure what you want me to do here.”
“Pocket.”
Nate swiveled his gaze from the moose and chipmunk, who were still waving their arms and shooting glances toward the bridge, to the hyperventilating squirrel standing right in front of him. “Was that some sort of code word? Because now I’m even less sure what you want me to do here.”
“I still have the ring in my pocket.”
“Okay?”
“It can’t be in my pocket when it’s supposed to be on the bench. It’s not supposed to be on me at all.”
“Okay?”
“Take it.”
“The ring? No way.”
“Pretend that it’s yours.”
“Are you trying to kiss me?”
“What? Why would you even think that?”
“Because you made out with my armpit earlier, your nose is currently one millimeter away from my nose, and now you’re trying to get into my pants.”
“Okay, sir, calm down. I’m simply hiding a ring in your pocket. No need to make a scene.”
“You’re the one putting on an entire production,” he said, shoving the small ring with the giant diamond back into her hands. “That ring looks expensive. I don’t want anything to do with it.”
“Fine. But for the record—”
“Oh, good. Hate to not have all this down on the record.”
“None of this would be happening right now if you’d just given up the bench like I kindly asked you to.”
“Uh-huh, and remind me again which was the kind part? Was it when you sprayed me in the face with Windex or...?”
