Page 63 of The Accidental Witch

Even if he could be a sexist goon. They were working on that.

“So whaddya say we go and get some of that apple pie Tater Tot made?”

She whirled around in his arms and shook her finger at him with a giggle. “He’s gonna kill you if he hears you call him that.”

He grinned his amazing grin. “Let him try. It’s not like I haven’t already outlived one attempted assassination. I’m kinda bulletproof,” he bragged.

“Have I told you how grateful I am that you’re bulletproof?”

“Not today, but maybe you could show me. I mean, if you’re willing.”

Robbie looked at him, a question in her eyes. “Huh?”

Greer snapped his fingers, producing a shiny ring. “Make me the happiest witch in the world and marry me, Roberta Tisdale?”

She didn’t need to think twice about her answer. She’d known since their first official date at a hot dog stand in the middle of Long Island during a snowstorm.

She was deeply in love and falling deeper by the second.

Looking into his beautiful green eyes, Robbie whispered, “Yes. Always yes.”

The End

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