Page 43 of The Runaway Bride's Vow

She noticed that he’d ordered the same thing as her, just like the day of their first meet. Brooke smiled as she pulled out her credit card to pay, but Logan had already handed over some cash. After he got the change and deposited it into the tip jar, they moved to the center counter where you picked up your coffee.

She turned to him. “Hey, I was going to pay. It was my turn.”

“It was?” He feigned an innocent expression. “You can get it the next time.”

“That’s what you said the last time.”

“Oh. Well, then I’ll have to figure out another way for you to pay me back.” His gaze dipped to her lips and lingered before his gaze met hers once more. “What do you think?”

She smiled and shook her head. “You are such a flirt.”

“Only with you.”

“Make sure it stays that way.”

He arched a brow. “Are you giving me orders?”

These fun verbal exchanges were not unfamiliar to them. “Do I need to?”

He shook his head. “Definitely not. If you hadn’t noticed, I only want to flirt with you.”

She smiled as she leaned in to him and gave him a hug. “I feel the exact same way.”

“Grande, black with cream and sugar.” The young barista held out a cup.

Both she and Logan reached for it at the same time. It was as though the past was repeating itself. Her heart pitter-pattered. His hand covered hers as she lowered the cup.

She tilted her chin upward in order to stare into his brown eyes. “Excuse me. You have my coffee.”

She waited with bated breath, wondering what he would say. He continued to stare into her eyes. Did he remember the first words that he’d ever spoken to her?

“It’s you who has my coffee.” This time his deep voice wasn’t like a shot of espresso, but rather it was like whipped latte, all frothy and sweet.

A warmth filled her heart and radiated outward. She knew what this sensation was, it was love, a deep, abiding love.

“Logan, I—”

He held up a finger pausing the words in her mouth. “Just a second.”

He turned to the counter where there was another coffee and something else. He reached for a cupcake. The track lighting caught the coarse sugar crystals that were sprinkled over the snow-white frosting. It was beautiful.

Wait. The coffee shop didn’t sell cupcakes. They had croissants, brownies, donuts, but no cupcakes. Brooke wouldn’t have missed something that important. Because she loved cupcakes.

And there was something else special about this cupcake. The way it sparkled reminded her of Bit of Cake Bakery’s diamond cupcakes. Wait. This was one of Selena’s cupcakes. But how? And why was it here?

The faster the thoughts came to her, the quicker her heart beat. Her questioning gaze moved to Logan. He was smiling, and it lit up his eyes. He was up to something.

He held the cupcake out to her. “This is for you.”

“But I don’t understand. Did you buy this here?”

He ignored her question. “Isn’t it pretty?”

She took a closer look at the cupcake. And then she saw it. Right there on top was a platinum band with a round-cut diamond. It sparkled more brilliantly than all of the sugar crystals combined.

Her heart lodged in her throat as her gaze moved between him and the ring. Was this really happening? Or was this some sort of amazing dream?

Her hands trembled ever so slightly as the realization that he was about to propose to her took hold. He gently took the cupcake from her hands. He plucked the ring from the pile of sugar crystals. And then he dropped to one knee.

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