“What?” I glanced at her.
“The face. Your face. You’re thinking with your heart and not your wallet.”
I rolled my eyes. “I don’t have a face.”
“You have a face.” The associate smiled.
“Thank you!” Zoey said. “That’s the one, Wes. She’ll love it.”
“She most definitely will. I’ll take it.” I handed it back to the associate.
After we left the store, Zoey hooked her arm around me as we walked down the street.
“So, what’s the proposal plan?” she asked.
“I have one.” I smiled.
“On a scale of one to ten, how embarrassing is it?”
“Perhaps an eight.” I grinned.
“Excellent, Wes. Excellent.”
I laughed.
“Just promise me one thing,” Zoey said.
“What?”
“Don’t say something weird like, ‘Will you merge your life with mine?’ Like, don’t.”
“I wasn’t going to.” I frowned.
“But you thought about it. I know you.”
We stopped at the ice cream shop and grabbed a couple of ice cream cones before heading home.
“Remember to get into your pajamas when we get home and get in bed. Play the sick act, or she’ll suspect something.”
“Don’t worry. I’m good at acting.” She grinned.
Chapter Thirty-Eight
ONE WEEK LATER
Samantha
“Hey, baby.” Wes walked over, gripped my hips, and kissed my lips.
“Hey.” I smiled, wrapping my arms around his neck. “How was your day?”
“Not bad. I’m starving. How about we go to the Starlight Café for dinner?”
“Really?” I grinned.
“Yeah. Just the three of us.”
“You mean the four of us.”
