Page 40 of The Trust
“Share the rest of my life with me.”
His throat bobs with an audible swallow.
“It’s only ever going to be you.Beenyou. Since we met, it’s always been you.”
He whimpers and a tear spills over his cheek.
“Be my first and my last, Mac.Cásate conmigo. Marry me.”
“Holy shit, if you don’t say yes, I will,” his sister-in-law calls out from somewhere behind me.
“Babe,” Rex drags out.
“What?! That’s the sweetest fucking thing I’ve ever heard,” she answers and my stomach flips.
“Baaaabe.”
My grin tips at the banter, but I don’t take my eyes off Mac for a second. The freckle on his cheekbone. The blue swirling in his green eyes. The moisture tracking down his face.
That orange bandana.
“Estas seguro?” he whispers.
My smile softens at his use of my mother’s tongue.
I know he’s trying to learn it for me, for her even though she’s gone, and if I didn’t already know he’s the other half of my soul, I would after that.
“Of you? I’malwayssure.”
“Then get up.”
He tugs on my hands and my brows dip. “You didn’t answer.”
He nods. “I know.”
It takes a second pull for me to stand, though with the wave of nerves that roll over my stomach, I don’t know that it’ll be for long.
It gets worse when Mac lets me go.
I swallow the sudden thickness from my throat. “V-Vida?”
“Do you have a ring?” he asks, and I swallow again as guilt races through me, making my chest clench.
“No.”
“So, you thought you’d steal another moment by the seat of your pants? Sounds like something I would do.”
I’m searching his eyes. His face. Everything I feel for the man in front of me and hoping—praying—that I’m not wrong.
I know he feels this, too. I know he does.
“You look like you might throw up, baby. Guess I could put you outta your misery.”
“Ya think,” I half growl around the heart that’s taken up residence in my throat.
But then he gathers my hand in one of his.
Drops to his knees.
