Jamie smiles. “I love the chaos you’ve brought to my life. I don’t want quiet. I want you. Loud, impossible, slightly unhinged. I want game nights with our friends. I want lazy Sunday mornings waking up in your arms. Forever. You and me.”
Bri has her face covered and her shoulders are shaking. Hunter has his arm looped through Mark’s. Cam has an arm wrapped around Bo. Then beyond them all, I see him... no shirt and one of those aprons on. His black hair is a little spiked in the front like he styled it with product. His eyes are on them.
Then they lift to me.
Beautiful.
He gave me the best week of my life.
And I left him.
He’s staring right at me, and I want to go to him. I want to apologize and beg him to forgive me. I don’t know how to do this, though. I can’t make sense of the mess in my chest. Everything since meeting Sawyer has shifted and changed me.
I don’t know how to do this.
Then I look at Jamie on the floor on one knee.
He didn’t know how to do this either.
“Noah,” Jamie says, voice a bit shaky. “Will you marry me?”
It’s so quiet for a moment. The whole bakery is silent. “Holy shit, I’ve never seen Noah speechless,” Mark whispers.
Jamie smiles with a nervous twitch to his lips. “Babe?”
“Yes!” Noah says breathlessly. “Obviously yes!” He attacks Jamie, hugging him so tight Jamie falls backward with Noah in his lap. It hits something inside me. It feels uncomfortable. I look back up and Sawyer is staring at me. Until he shakes his head, looking away at them while his friends congratulate Noah and Jamie.
CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
SAWYER
Why am I so nervous?
“Sawyer.” Noah lays a hand on my back. “Please relax, you’re stressing me out.”
“It’s going so well.” It’s packed.
“I know, sweetie.” He smiles.
“There are so many people here.”
“Again, I know. Sit, enjoy. Relax.” Noah practically pushes me into a seat. I reach for a truffle, freezing when I realize someone is sitting at the table. “Oh shit. I’m so sorry. My friend, he pushed me.” A Middle Eastern man with warm brown eyes blinks at me, a smile growing on his face. “Let me get up. I’m sorry.”
His warm laugh eases my racing heart. “No need.” He pushes the plate of truffles he chose toward me. “Take one. They’re amazing.”
I laugh, taking one. “Oh, I know. I made them.”
“Really?” I nod. “They’re insane. I need like, trays of these down at the station.”
“Station?”
“I’m a firefighter.” Oh, shit. Hot. And fights fires.
“Sawyer.”
He reaches for my hand and shakes it. “Ammon.”
“Um, are you enjoying yourself?”
