Page 41 of One Weekend in Sydney

I rush to him to whisper in his ear that it’s not our turn yet.

But…He suddenly goes down on one knee once I reach him.

“Oh my God,” I gasp, my breathing shallow.

Mason smiles up at me—rather nervously, I think.

“Tara,” he begins, his voice filled with emotion. “You brought light and love into my world in a way I never thought possible. I can’t imagine a day without you by my side, and I don’t want to. So, I wanted to bring you here, under the blue moon, on top of Lover’s Hill, to ask you something.”

Tears prick at my eyes as I look down at him. This isn’t happening, is it? I hope I’m not dreaming.

“Tara Davies, my Juliet,” Mason continues, his eyes locking with mine. “You are my first, my only, my forever love. Will you please marry me?”

The world seems to stand still as he holds out a small black box, revealing a sparkling diamond ring nestled inside. My heart feels like it’s going to burst with joy as I nod vigorously, unable to find my voice.

Then I’m crying. “Yes, Mason, my Romeo. A million times, yes.”

Mason’s face breaks into a radiant smile as he slips the ring onto my finger, his touch sending a delicious shiver down my spine. Then, as one, we touch Heart before sharing a tender kiss to seal our love and commitment to each other.

The cheers and applause from the crowd around us fade away as we hold each other close, surrounded by the magic of the night. And as we stand on Lover’s Hill, the blue moon bathing us in its ethereal light, I can’t help but feel grateful for everything that has brought us here. The struggles, the joys, the tears, the laughter—all of it has led us to this perfect moment.

I pull back from our embrace to look at Mason’s face. “You tricked me,” I say with a chuckle. “I thought you didn’t want to come up here.”

“Well, you’re a very hard woman to surprise. I’m glad I pulled it off with a little help from my friends.”

I glance at the people watching us. “We should get out of the way and let others touch Heart. How about we go home—to bed?” I add in a whisper.

Mason sends me a grin that’s full of promise. “Let’s go.”

But our plan is thwarted as the crowd surrounds us. One by one, Mooners and tourists alike congratulate us on our engagement. Mason and I share loving looks as we graciously accept the well-wishes.

“Congratulations!” Gia says, hugging me fiercely.

My embrace is equally tight. “No, thank you! If you hadn’t gotten that ticket for me to A Musical Night in Masquerade and lent me your dress, Mason and I might have missed our chance.”

Gia shakes her head. “It happened because it was meant to be. Just consider me for one of your bridesmaids spots, will you?”

I chuckle. “As if you have to ask. And by the way, thank you again for asking Theo to persuade his bandmates to come back here for a concert. I’ve never seen the town more excited about an event.”

“No worries,” Gia says with a grin. “Theo’s excited, too. And I can’t wait to take him up here on a full moon. I can’t remember the last time he’s been up here…” Gia blinks, glancing away as if embarrassed.

I hide a sigh. I’ve always wondered if Theo means more to Gia than just being her lifelong best friend. But with that handsome Glowing Devil being such a hit with women around the world, I don’t want to say anything that would poke whatever wound Gia might have about that subject.

The line of people congratulating me and Mason keeps moving. Finally, after I don’t know how long, we are able to leave.

As we descend Lover’s Hill in Cutie’s buggy, I lean my head on Mason’s shoulder, loving the weight of the diamond ring on my finger. I know that this is just the beginning of our journey together—a journey filled with love, laughter, and endless possibilities.

“I hope you’re not tired, Juliet,” Mason says. “I’m holding you to your promise.”

“Are you kidding me?” I say teasingly. “I’m never tired of sex with you. In fact, if we’re not out in public, I’ll give you a blow job right now.”

Mason gasps. “Mayor Davies! Did you hear what just came out of your mouth?” He stops the buggy, looking around.

I tap his arm, giggling. “Keep driving so we can go home.”

“What? You don’t want me to lick your pussy somewhere out here?”

My heart starts pounding. Feeling uncharacteristically wanton after his proposal, I look into his eyes. “We’re too exposed here. How about we drive somewhere more secluded?”

And we did.

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