Page 118 of You, Me, and Forever

“Myles,” I whispered when we stopped in front of the bar.

Zach Bryan was singing my favorite song.

“So, I found myself a great diamond dealer from Chicago,” he teased.

“Oh yeah? I’ve heard they do a lot of imports and exports.”

“Oh yes. This woman, she’s the queen of imports and exports.” He smiled as he stroked the hair away from my face. His thumb moved to my cheek, swiping away the single tear that had escaped. “Don’t cry, baby.”

“I’m just really happy,” I croaked.

He nodded. “I’ve never been happier.”

And then he dropped to his knee, my hand in his, and I could no longer keep the tears at bay. I looked down at him through blurred vision.

“Me either.”

“Montana, you are the love of my life. The love that I never knew existed. I want to spend my life with you. I want to travel and see the world with you. I want to fill our home with as many babies as you want. I want to grow old in this small town with you,” he said as he looked up at me, his voice deep and even. “You, me, and forever, baby.”

“Me too.” My words were barely audible as I dropped down on my knees to be closer to him.

“Montana Kingsley, will you marry me?” He pulled a black velvet ring box from his coat pocket and opened it.

I gaped at the large stunning princess-cut diamond set on a platinum band.

“Yes.” I fell forward, wrapping my arms around his neck. “I love you so much.”

“I love you,” he said against my ear. “Thanks for making me the happiest man in the world.”

I pulled back to look at him. He smiled as his thumbs swiped at the liquid beneath my eyes. And then he took the ring from the box and slipped it onto my finger. “Wow. You must have found yourself the best diamond dealer in town. This is stunning.”

“So are you, Mrs. St. James.” He stared down at my hand.

“Mrs. St. James,” I whispered. “So we’re really doing this? We’re getting married?”

“I mean, we have the song, and we have the hashtag, right?” he said as he pulled me up to stand.

“You, me, and forever, Myles St. James.”

“You, me, and forever, baby.” He leaned down and kissed me.

My hands tangled in his hair, and I was lost in the moment.

Because I’d been selling happily ever after for the last five years, but I’d never truly believed in it for myself.

Until this man strolled into town and swept me off my feet.

I’d found my forever, and I was never letting go.

Myles and I had slept in because it was Saturday, and the snow made me want to stay inside with my fiancé wrapped around me. But the call from Violet was so frantic that we’d thrown on clothes and hurried over to her house.

My old house that she’d just bought a few weeks ago.

I couldn’t believe my eyes as I took in the place. It had completely flooded and was an absolute mess.

“I mean, you lived here for a few years and had no issues. I buy the place and the pipes burst? What kind of fucked-up deal is that?” Violet said as she threw her hands in the air for the millionth time.

Myles had immediately called Charlie, who was currently walking from room to room assessing the damage as his daughter held his hand and walked beside him.

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