His smile broke through then.
Full Drew.
Dimples.
Trouble.
The man I loved.
“I wanted you first,” he said.
“I know.”
“I saw you first.”
“I know.”
“You took forever.”
“I’m sorry.”
“Yeah.” He looked at the ring still clenched in one hand. “No midnight?”
“No midnight.”
He slipped the ring onto his right ring finger.
It fit.
Of course it did. I’d guessed from memory and panic and maybe some divine intervention from the ghost of every woman who had ever chased the right man into the wrong weather.
He looked at it.
Then at me.
“Looks good.”
“You look good in commitment.”
“Baby, I look good in everything.”
I laughed through tears.
Inside the house, Jace’s voice shouted, “Can we come out now, or are you two about to make this weird?”
Drew didn’t look away from me.
“Already weird,” he called back.
The door flew open.
Jace, Hannah, their mother, their father, two teenage cousins, and someone’s grandma spilled onto the threshold like a live studio audience. “We watched it live from the Ring Camera in HD.”
Grandma wiped her eyes with a napkin.
“That was beautiful.”
One teenage boy whispered, “Dude, Texas proposed.”
