Page 104 of Fit for Love

The confusion is replaced with a cocky grin.“Bring it on.”

Okay.He asked for it.

“To end the festivities, there’s something that I wanted to doin front of everyone.”I stick my hand into my pocket and clutch a small box.Bending my knee, I look up at Ashton—whose eyes are now the size of quarters—and solemnly say, “So far, you’ve done all the firsts.You were the first to realize we were serious.The first to ask me to move in together, and the first to say, ‘I love you.’Today, I wanted to be the first at something.So, Ashton Vancroft, will you make me the happiest woman in the world by marrying me?”

The people around us seem to collectively hold their breath.

Ashton’s eyes gleam.“Yes.But can you do me a favor first?”

“Name it.”

“Stand up for a second.”

I do as he says.

To my shock, he pulls out a ring box from his pocket and gets on one knee.“I’ve been carrying this around, looking for a great opportunity to propose to you.It’s been difficult to come up with something so special that it is worthy of how I feel about you.So, thank you from the bottom of my heart for setting upthis.Now, considering I said yes, will you marry me?”He takes his ring out and slides it on my trembling finger.

“Yes,” I gasp into the microphone.

The clapping that ensues is deafening—as is the joyous beating of my heart.

He said yes.

And I did too.

I’m going to marry Ashton Vancroft, the man who’s become my everything.

Our wedding will be fucking epic, but not as epic as our life together that will follow.Seventy years from now, when we’re old and gray, our great-grandchildren may ask how they, too, can meet their soulmate.And I’ll tell them what I know:

Fly off a treadmill and then hold on tight.

The right person will always be there to catch you.

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