Page 57 of The Lucky One

“Want to see mine?” His lips brush my cheek, sending warmth through my whole body.

“Sure.”

He passes his lantern to me, and he’s scrawled my name across the green rice paper. I turn it in my hands, expecting to see more. But it’s simply my name. He touches my elbow softly, so I glance up at him.

“Confused?”

“A little.” I nod.

“Well, you may be happy not knowing what comes next, Spitfire. But I want plans.”

I freeze. “You do?”

“Mmm hmmm. Loads of them.” He steps into me, the lantern releasing a crinkling sound between us.

“You’re going to damage it,” I whisper as he chuckles. The rumble in his chest sends goosebumps down my arms.

“I don’t care.” He tugs it out of my hands and drops it into the grass. “I can’t see a future without you in it.”

Oh.This is moving so fast… but maybe that’s part of our story. Everyone’s love story follows a different path and while ours started messy, maybe it was always supposed to be a little chaotic.

“Alright Mr. First Down, Last Nerve. When did you become a fortune teller?”

“That mouth drives me crazy, Bridget.” He shakes his head. “Will you listen to what I’m telling you?”

“I’m trying.” I murmur. My nerves are fluttering around like trapped butterflies and it’s hard to stand here in the quiet.

Despite being previously engaged, Andrew wasn’t a man of big words or grand gestures so this is new for me. My feelings are all tangled up like a Celtic knot. Weston shoots from the hip, and has since the day I met him. He’s a shameless flirt, but I’m starting to think that maybe he was only that way withme.

And that makes me all warm and fuzzy inside.

“Mrs. O’Bradycallahan?—”

My head falls back in a laugh that probably sounds like I’ve lost my mind, but it’s so freeing. Let the people stare. I’m so stupidly happy I can’t stand it.

Look what happens when you color outside the lines!

When I finally collect myself, I school my face as seriously as I can manage so he realizes I’m taking him seriously. But the truth is, I could burst.

“Yes?”

He sighs. “You’ve made me watch that movie twice this week.”

“The first time was the house?—”

“Because you wanted to watch it,” he says, tucking a stray strand of hair behind my ear. Every place his skin touches sends flutters through my whole body.

“Details. The second time was already scheduled with the town for movie night. We didn’t have to go,” I say, but I don’t pull away when his fingers linger near my cheek.

“When are you going to figure out that I’d go anywhere just to be with you? You make me happy. I’m sure we’ll drive each other a little nuts, and there will probably be a thing or two we don’t like about each other—but it’s nothing we can’t work through. If we can survive a week in an enchanted house, I think we can handle a few bumps and bruises along the way.” He grins. “Marry me.”

He shows me a ring—a simple silver Claddagh. I love that I don’t have to tell him I’d hate a diamond. Maybe I won’t always feel that way, but at the moment it’s perfect.

This goes against every plan I ever made as a little girl, then as a woman who planned wedding for a living. There’s an expected timeline for things like this, and a week doesn’t fall into any of them.

But I don’t care.

I want adventure, and I want it with Weston. And our dogs.

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