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“Right.”

“Well, I could take it off for you. I don’t keep them; I catch and release.”

“So, what’s the point then?”

“As I said, it’s relaxing.”

Savannah shrugged. “If you say so.”

“Is there some underlying reason you’re trying to pick a fight with me?” Grady asked jokingly.

She giggled. “Nope. Just giving you a hard time.”

He leaned in and kissed her lips. “I sure like giving you a hard time.”

“You did plenty of that last night.” She touched his cheek.

Grady gazed into her eyes and watched as she furrowed her brow.

“What’s wrong?” she asked.

“Nothing. I love looking at you.”

“Stop.”

“I can’t help it. Savannah...” He shook his head.

“What is it?”

“I want… I love you. You know that, right?”

“Of course, I do. I love you too.”

“Enough that you’d marry me?”

“I’m sorry... what?”

“I want to marry you. But if marriage isn’t something you want, we could still live together. It’s up to you.”

“You’re asking me to marry you?”

“Yes,” he answered with a nod. “This is why I wanted to come here. This place holds special meaning for me, and I thought it would be the perfect spot to ask you.”

“You’re asking me to marry you?” she asked again in disbelief.

“Yes. Is that so hard to believe?”

“You, Grady Henderson, a man who never wanted to settle down, is asking me to marry him?”

“Are you being a smartass?” He frowned playfully.

Savannah wrapped her arms around his neck. “Yes.”

“Yes, what? You’re being a smartass or you’ll marry me?”

She nodded. “Both!”

Grady grinned, leaned in, and kissed her deeply before gently lowering her onto her back on the blanket. He moved his hand under her T-shirt, but she swatted it away.

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