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She sighed. “Garrett…”

“I will go to the end of the earth for you, Bindi Lea Howe,” I asserted. “And now that I have your father’s permission, I’ll make you my wife while I’m at it.”

She gasped. “Garrett…”

“I’m not asking you because you need a place to live,” I shared. “I’m asking you because you mean the world to me. To be completely truthful, I fell in love with you the first day I saw you in a hotel lobby in Dallas.”

She blinked. “What? When?”

“You were wearing a black slip dress that hugged every single curve on your body. And you were walking behind that asshole you once called a fiancé, and he was berating you for not hurrying up,” he said. “I wanted to walk up to him then and show him exactly what he was about to lose.”

“You were there?” she asked. “Why?”

I explained what I was doing there that day, and she shook her head in amazement. “I wish you’d done it.”

I tucked a lock of her curly hair behind her ear, just to watch it spring back forward again, before saying, “You don’t know how much I regret it. Maybe if I’d made the approach…you might not be blind right now.”

She leaned into my hand, and I uncurled my fingers to cup her face.

“I don’t regret anything that led me to you, Gee,” she whispered. “Not a single ounce of suffering was too much. Because in the end, I got you. And I think that’s a great trade-off.”

I leaned forward and pressed my forehead against hers as I said, “You’ll move in?”

“Yes.”

“You’ll be my wife?” I pushed.

She snorted. “That remains to be seen. I don’t have a ring yet.”

I chuckled. “I don’t have one yet.”

“Then ask me again when you do,” she teased.

I narrowed my eyes. “I’m going to get my keys.”

She giggled. “We have to start preparing for Thanksgiving.”

“Y’all do,” I teased. “I don’t know how to cook.”

“And I’m blind.” She laughed as she threw her arms around me. “Between the two of us, we can make a whole cook!”

“Okay, so then maybe I’ll ask you after I go buy you a ring,” I grumbled. “Maybe the diamonds will be on sale for Black Friday.”

She snorted. “The one you’ll want to get me will be the only one not on sale.”

I grinned and pulled her back into the house.

I stopped short when I closed the door and saw what was happening in the kitchen.

“Your parents are totally making out,” I whispered.

They broke apart at the sound of my voice.

“They’ve done that since I was a kid.” She laughed. “Like that one time that someone broke into our house, scared me and traumatized me to death, and then my parents get home. The police leave. Then they start making out.”

“It wasn’t a make-out session,” Ruben grumbled. “I was trying to calm her ass down!”

“Oh, boy,” Lea said as she flushed. “Let’s get back to cooking.”

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