Page 151 of Doctorshipped
“I’m kinda busy here.”
“I can see that.” He winks.
Fiona giggles. They’re obviously up to something.
“I should be done in about a half-hour. Do you want to look around?”
I glance at my agent, who normally would be slightly freaking out right now. He’s as calm as a summer lake.
Something’s up.
“I think I found what I’m looking for,” Grant says. “As a matter of fact, I know I did.”
He walks around the table to my side. I look at Fiona, she’s smiling big time. Then I look toward Grant.
That’s when he drops to one knee.
I shake my head rapidly. He can’t be doing this here. Can he?
My palms fly to my cheeks.
“Is this actually happening?” I ask.
Grant has this mischievous look in his eyes, they’re dancing with a rare impishness. He’s thrilled with himself for pulling this off.
And, yes. It is. It’s actually happening.
“Jayme, my feisty pixie, you are the bright ray of sun to my storm. You are my joy. You’re the woman who challenges me. You are my confidante and my best friend.” His eyes almost sparkle like the lightest green emerald as he holds my gaze. His hands reach out and grasp mine. I feel the trembling of my nerves settle and still when he touches me. Grant’s presence always seems to calm something skittery in me, giving me a stability I never knew I needed.
He jokes, “Dad’s still a little bummed about giving his title ofbest friendup to you, but he’ll get over it.”
We both laugh.
Then Grant’s face grows serious. “You are the woman I fought for, and the one I’ll fight for every day of our lives.”
“You are like a mom to Fiona.” I smile over at her and she bounces on her toes like her smile can’t stay on her face alone, it has to fill her whole body. “And she wants you to officially take that title.” She nods and smiles at me.
A tear slides down my cheek.
“And she told me to tell you she wants one little brother and one little sister for starters.” He chuckles.
“Fee, cover your ears for this part,” Grant says to Fiona. Then he looks back at me. “You are the sexiest, most captivating, most desirable woman I’ve ever laid eyes on. You drive me mad in the best of ways.” He winks again, and I’m pretty sure my mismatched socks start to combust from the heat rising across my skin at his words and the look of desire in his eyes.
“I want you, Jayme. Only you. And I want you forever. Be my wife. Let me be your husband. Marry me.”
“Yes!” I shout, grabbing his cheeks and planting a kiss on his lips.
The crowd, whom I’d completely forgotten, shouts and cheers, and erupts in applause. Grant takes my finger and slides a ring onto it, and then he stands, pulling me up with him. We embrace and he leans in and kisses me in front of the whole bookstore, which only stokes the applause to grow louder.
Grant’s kiss should be quick, mindful of the crowd of eyes watching us, but Grant’s never been one to concern himself with people or their opinions. Instead, he kisses me like one of the heroes in my books. Not biting my neck, though he does love to do that on occasion—thankfully in the privacy of his home.
Duke’s whistle rises above the crowd and he shouts out, “That’s the way it’s done, Doc! That’s the way it’s done!”
When we break apart, I’m a little breathless, and my hands clutch his biceps, probably to make certain I don’t float off into the stratosphere from sheer happiness.
Our friends crowd the book signing table, and mayhem ensues for a few minutes while everyone congratulates us with hugs and squeals. You know, the usual engagement bliss stuff.
My agent, being the creator of order and keeper of deadlines that he is, whistles like an elementary school P.E. teacher, and all eyes turn toward him.
