Page 241 of A Song for You

I nod and giggle. The ring hadn’t even crossed my mind. My man on his knees before me was more than enough. He grabs my hand and slides the ring onto my finger so all I can see is the band. I gasp as the yellow diamond comes into view when he spins it over.

“Jay, this thing is probably visible from the moon,” I tease.

He smirks. “Good. Then everyone will know you’re mine.”

I press a kiss to Jay’s jaw, then spin in his arms and holler, “Okay, guys, you can come here now.”

The three most important women in my life rush out and immediately fawn over the ring. Cynthia and Sophie take turns hugging me and wiping away their own tears, and Chloe’s got hearts in her eyes as she hugs her father.

Champagne and sparkling cider appear, courtesy of the man from downstairs, and we toast.

“Will you dance with me, Kitten?”

“Of course. Chlo, pick a song. There are, like, five thousand to choose from,” I tease. “Jay, give her your phone.”

Jay’s chuckle sends the fine hairs at my neck fluttering as he whispers, “I think I can do one better.”

He nods to the guide-slash-server who’s waiting by the door to the roof. When he pulls it open, a man with a guitar steps out into the sunlight.

“Holy fucking shit, Jay. That’s Chris Martin!” My hands tremble as I spin around to look at my fiancé.

He smiles so damn casually and kisses my cheek. I’m dumbfounded and maybe a little woozy as he steps away to say a few words to Chris fucking Martin.

“Soph!” I whisper shout, unable to keep my cool.

She tilts her head at me in response, and beside her, Chloe is beaming.

“Did you all know about this?”

Silently, the three women who became my family when I lived in a world of utter darkness all nod.

Jay guides the lead singer of Coldplay over and introduces us. “Chris, this is Catherine, my fiancée,” he says with a glint in his eye. “And Cat, this is Chris.”

This is Chris. Oh sure, just Chris.

He holds out his hand, but instead of reciprocating, I giggle and nod like a bobble-headed fool. “I’m so sorry…is this real?” I whisper to Jay.

Chris laughs, and I finally take his outstretched hand. “This man loves you a lot.”

Jay gets him settled on a bar stool he pulled from behind some greenery, and then he stalks toward me, takes my hand, and pulls me against his chest as Chris Martin sings “A Sky Full of Stars.”

As I lean into Jay’s embrace, our hearts beat as one, and I feel contentment like I’ve never known.

“I can’t believe you did this,” I whisper as the song ends.

“I’d do anything for you.” The adoration in his tone and in the way he looks at me makes my stomach flip.

“You ready?” Chris asks, propping his guitar against the wall near the stairway.

“For what?” I scrunch my nose, watching the Grammy winner make his way to the pergola instead of bolting like I expected he’d do after he completed a favor for a random billionaire like Jay.

“To get married, Kitten.” Jay loops his arms around my waist from behind and nuzzles my neck. “I don’t want to wait another day to make you my wife. Marry me tonight. Move into this house with me. Let’s give Chloe everything we never had. A family full of love. That laughs together, dances together, sings together.”

My heart rate ramps up again as I spin to stare at him. “You’re serious? You bought this house for us? You hired Chris Martin to marry us?”

He chuckles. “I hired him to sing you a song to convince you to marry me. In case you said no.”

This man is ridiculous. And the most romantic person I’ve ever met. With a small smile, I place a hand on his cheek and just soak in his warmth. He leans into my touch, inhaling and closing his eyes as if he’s memorizing this moment, as if he really doesn’t believe it will last.