Page 145 of Blue Falcon

“Here,” Cash said, shoving a pair of binoculars at me.

I snatched them greedily, staring through the fading light of day into the restaurant from across the street in the SUV. It took me a moment to find them, and when I did, my heart slowed just a touch.

“She’s there,” I whispered.

“Of course she’s there. We followed her,” Cash muttered.

Her hair was back up in a tight updo I hated and her dress was more conservative than I cared for, but she was still my Wren. Absolutely stunning. But she didn’t look happy. In fact, if I was reading her facial expressions right, she looked nervous. I was so focused on her face that I forgot she was there with someone else, and it wasn’t until he got down on one knee that I realized what was happening.

“This isn’t good,” Cash muttered.

“He’s—”

“Yeah, I see it.”

“Cash, I have to get in there. This can’t happen!”

He grabbed my shirt just as I was about to fling the door open and race across the street. I heard the clink of metal as he snapped cuffs around my wrist and then to his own wrist.

“Are you seriously doing this right now?” I snapped.

“Yes, because you’re out of control. Relax. Nothing has happened yet.”

“No, but it’s about to! He’s fucking proposing!”

“Yeah, but she doesn’t look all that happy.”

I instantly lifted the binoculars to my eyes again, jerking his hand with mine.

“Ow,” he deadpanned.

“You’re right. She doesn’t look happy,” I chuckled. “She’ll say no. She has to.”

“See? You had nothing to worry about. She doesn’t want to be with him, and she’s realizing that right now.”

I laughed even harder. She was going to say no. She didn’t want to marry him. I felt something hitch in my chest as I watched her face morph into sadness. I didn’t like the look on her face, but if it meant she stayed with me, I’d gladly see it for just a moment.

“Aren’t you glad I handcuffed you now?”

“You know I can pick these at any time.”

“It was symbolic,” he retorted. “Whoa, wait a minute.”

I zoomed in on Wren, watching as a faint smile touched her lips. Yes. “Wait, what’s going on?”

“Uh…”

Bryce slipped the ring on her finger and everyone started clapping.

“You said she was going to say no,” I snapped.

“It’s a huge fucking ring,” he retorted.

“You said she was going to say no!”

“I thought she was. She’s fucking sad!”

Bryce wrapped Wren in a hug as everyone in the room stood. I couldn’t fucking see her anymore.

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