Page 21 of Rescuing the Writer

Oh.

When he walked back and sank to his knees in front of me, I knew. “You have a ring?”

My voice broke.

He opened the little square box, showing me a simple gold wedding ring. “It was my father’s. Four weeks after we met, I had it resized so it would fit you. I was just waiting for the right moment to ask you to marry me. I wasn’t sure if you were ready yet.”

My eyes filled with tears, and I didn’t even attempt to hold them back. “I’m very ready.”

He took the ring from the box, and I held out my hand. “I’ll marry you, Mel. I’d marry you tomorrow if I could. I’ve never been more sure of anything in my life.”

The ring fit perfectly. Of course it did. Once it was on my hand, I leaned in and kissed him until I was out of breath. “I love you, Deputy.”

His blue eyes shone. “I’ll love you forever.”

Yeah, he would. I was the luckiest man on the planet.

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