Page 17 of Under the Mistletoe
Breaking away from her sweet lips, I rest my forehead onhers. “You know, I think we should thank your mother.”
“For what?”
“You don’t realize she pushed you into my arms at the party,do you?”
“She did what?”
I chuckle. “I guess she saw where I was standing and tookadvantage of the opportunity. She bumped you.”
“I know she bumped into me, but I didn’t think it wasintentional. The sneak!” She leans away, eyes wide in disbelief.
“No. She gave us a Christmas miracle, and it all startedunder the mistletoe.”
“It did, didn’t it?”
“It did. And now that I have you, I’m never letting you goagain. Marry me, Sydney. I don’t want to waste any more time than we alreadyhave.”
“Jake… are you serious?”
“Of course. I’ll go out and get the ring tomorrow, ask youproperly, but right now I just want to hear you say ‘yes.’”
“Yes.” Her smile widens. “Yes, I’ll marry you!”
With more joy in my heart than I’ve felt in a long time, Ilift her into my arms, spinning her around. The sound of her laughter triggersmy own. It sounds so strange to me that I wonder when was the last time I hadanything to laugh about.
“I think we should seal this agreement. What do you think?”
“With a kiss?” Her eyes twinkle with mischief.
“I have something else in mind.”
I wink, heading for my bedroom. I don’t think I’ll be makingit to work today after all. With Sydney sprawled out on my bed, I thank God forsmall miracles, snowstorms, meddling mothers, and mistletoe.
