Page 151 of Resting Beach Face
“Not really,” I said, amused. “I just know how it feels to want to escape.”
“Do you want to escape now?” Cash asked, seeming serious.
I smiled at him. “No, love. I’m with you, so I’m good.”
Fisher grinned. “Dang, you two are so adorable. I never thought it’d happen.”
“Not in a million freaking years,” Sawyer put in.
Cash shot him a glare. “Thanks a lot, man. I appreciate all the faith you had in me.”
Hudson chuckled. “Well, to be fair, Declan didn’t think it would ever happen either.”
I shrugged. “Glad to be wrong on this one.”
Cash leaned in to kiss my cheek. “Wasn’t gonna let you get away.”
Brooks sat forward and clapped his hands. “Okay, as happy as I am about this love fest, there’s a reason I invited you all here tonight.”
We glanced toward him and Sky.
“It’s our two-year anniversary,” Brooks said, turning to look at Skylar. “When we met in this pub, I was just this dumb guy who thought he was straight.”
Skylar smiled. “No, you were a sweet guy who thought he should protect me from my big bad ex. Which I appreciated.”
Brooks shot him a rueful grin. “Well, obviously, I didn’t stand a chance once I got to know you, Sky. You were just everything I didn’t know I needed.”
It wasn’t like Brooks to get this mushy in front of the rest of us. Possessive, yes. Touchy-feely, sure, sometimes. But sappy? That was more Fisher’s purview.
Brooks slid to one knee on the floor, and Skylar gasped.
Ah, it all made sense now.
Brooks reached into his pocket and withdrew a gold band. “Skylar Addison, you’ve become the center of my universe. You opened my heart up to not just you, but all the friends and family I have and made my life so much?—”
“Yes,” Skylar blurted, dropping onto the floor to pepper kisses all over Brooks’s face.
Brooks laughed. “I didn’t get to ask yet!”
Cash slipped his hand onto my thigh and squeezed. I threaded my fingers through his, my heart expanding at the idea that this could be us one day, promising to love each other forever. My heart was already his. A ring would only be a symbol, but a nice one.
“Okay, ask,” Skylar said impatiently.
“Will you marry?—”
“Yes!”
“Me?”
“Yes, yes, yes.”
Ash whistled sharply. Fisher and Poppy clapped, shouting congratulations. Sawyer was on his feet, rounding the table to hug Brooks.
Over the cacophony, Cash leaned in and murmured in my ear. “Does this mean we have to give them the Glazed Holes?”
I grinned. “Afraid so. But I imagine there will be a lot more in our future. These Granville folks just keep coming.”
“Fine,” Cash said with a mock pout, “but when I propose, don’t be surprised if I use one of these doughnuts as the ring. It’ll forever be associated in my mind now, and I’mstarvingfor it.”
