Page 102 of Over the Moon

“I stopped believing in forever a long time ago, and I was good with it for many years. And then this beautiful woman sets off the alarm at the office and drops a cup of scalding-hot coffee on me and turns my world upside down,” he said, and the room erupted in laughter.

Henley swiped at her face and smiled down at him. “Not the most romantic meet-cute, but I wouldn’t change one single thing.”

“Me either, baby. And I want forever with you. I want to work on cases with you, ride horses, play pickleball, and go out on the river together,” he said, pausing to look over at us as more laughter followed.

My brother had dealt with some serious trauma and loss in his past, and the first time he took Henley on the river, it did not go so well.

“Hey, I’m better now,” he muttered, turning his attention back to Henley.

“I want to raise kids and travel and grow old with you sitting on our front porch, eating donuts, and watching the sun rise and set. You, Henley Holloway, brought me back to life, and I want to keep living it with you right beside me,” he said.

“Ask me,” she whispered.

“Will you marry me, Princess?”

“You had me at donuts. That’s a hard yes.” She fell forward as he wrapped his arms around her and kissed her.

We all cheered.

Even Bridger couldn’t hide the grin on his face.

Eloise looked up at me and smiled, her eyes wet with emotion. “That was beautiful.”

“Yeah, it was,” I said, leaning close to her ear. “And so are you.”

Now I just have to figure out how to keep her.

twenty-four

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Eloise

“It’s not goingto be that easy to pull off,” I said, as he reached for his water bottle.

“You worry too much, Weeze. We’ll be fine.”

We’ve had the conversation several times already. We were heading back to the city tomorrow, and everything was going to change.

He knew it.

I knew it.

But neither of us was ready for it.

“You will not be able to kiss me whenever you feel like it once we’re back there. You can’t just show up at my apartment because, for all you know, a reporter will catch you. We’re going to have to be very sly.”

His lips turned up in the corners, this lazy, sexy smile that made my stomach dip every time.

“I’m a professional athlete. I know how to stay in control of my emotions.”

I barked out a laugh.

“So you think you’re always in control because you’re a professional athlete?”

“Correct. I have to be. It comes with the territory.” He smirked after he guzzled some water.

“I don’t think anyone is always in control.”

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