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With a laugh, I reached out and tried to pull him back up. "Oh, stop it. Like you'd actually beg me to come back."
His eyes were filled with humor. "I might."
I hesitated.Something was definitely up."So, are you?"
He smiled. "No."
My heart was racing now. "Then what are you doing?"
"You can't guess?"
"I, um."Oh, my God.With my heart in my throat, I managed to say, "I'm not sure I should."
"Good."
"Why is that good?"
"Because there's only one word I want to hear."
Breathlessly, I said, "What?"
Still on his knees, he reached into the pocket of his red hoodie and pulled out a little black jewelry box. As I watched in stupefied silence, he opened it to reveal the most dazzling diamond I'd ever seen.
And then he said it, "Allie Brewster, will you marry me?"
Chapter 73
Oh. My. God.He was serious. I felt myself swallow. My lips felt dry, and my eyes grew wet.
I knew exactly what word he wanted me to say. Happily, it was the same word that I felt like hollering to the whole world. But instead, with a heart filled with love and longing, I said it in a breathless whisper. "Yes."
With a look that warmed me to the core, he pulled the ring from the box and slipped it onto my finger. It fit perfectly, too, like it was made just for me.
Who knows, maybe it was.
Soon, I was in his arms, soaking up the feel and scent of him. I'd missed him so very much, and now, the thought of having him forever was almost too wonderful to be real.
But itwasreal, just like the feel of his arms and the taste of his lips as he kissed me like I'd never been kissed before.
Suddenly, the only thing I wanted was to be alone with him –reallyalone, where we could make up for lost time.
Breathlessly, I pulled back to say, "We should go."
He smiled down at me. "Yeah?"
I gave an enthusiastic nod. "Yes. Definitely."
He chuckled. "Alright, Hawaii, it is."
Suddenly inspired, I said, "That sounds amazing, but do you think we could leave tomorrow instead?"
"Why tomorrow?"
"Because…" I gave him as sheepish smile. "I was thinking that now, we could go to my place." Technically, it washisplace, but that was a conversation for another time. More importantly, Cassidy would be working until ten, which meant that we'd have all the privacy in the world to catch up.
His eyes lit with interest. "Why yours?"
I laughed. "Because it's a lot closer than the airport."
