Page 268 of My Rules

“What is it?” Ant asks.

“Hey there, cutie.” I touch the end of Hannah’s cute little button nose. She’s in a sling on Henley’s chest. Her favorite pastime is playing golf with us.

“Shit.” Henley passes the letter to Antony, and he begins to read.

Antony’s mouth falls open, and he looks up at us. “I told you that story was fucking good.”

“What good is it, though, if it doesn’t ever get published? Someone on Kingston Lane is sitting on a gold mine, and they don’t even know it.”

“We have to find who wrote it.”

“But how?”

“Well ... we know it’s definitely not Rebecca,” I reply.

“True.”

I glance over and see Carol talking to Winston on her front steps. “How come those two are so friendly lately?”

“Fuck knows,” Henley mutters. Hannah starts to fuss. “I have to go in.”

“But what about Nooky?” I call after him.

He holds his hands up. “Fuck knows.”

“Stop cursing. Hannah can hear you,” I call. “She’s going to learn the word fuck.”

He gives me the bird as he disappears inside.

“Hmm.” Ant reads the letter again. “I reckon just ask everyone.”

“But then their secret will be out. Whoever wrote it wants it to be kept private.”

He holds his hands up. “I don’t know, man.”

“Blake,” Rebecca calls.

I glance up to see Bec standing on our front steps. “Dinner’s ready. Got to go.”

“See you.” Ant keeps putting the ball.

I walk back into the house to see everything in darkness and a trail of candles leading from the front door.

“Huh?” I frown. “Bec?”

“In here.”

I walk into the kitchen and see a mass of candles on the table and little dishes of lasagna.

“What the . . .” I frown.

It’s then that I see the lasagnas are in letter tins.

MARRY ME

I spin around to see Rebecca on one knee. “Blake Grayson.”

I smirk.

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