Page 142 of Twist of Fate

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Why is he nervous? I wasn’t.

Niall

Not even a little? By the way, you never even told us how you asked.

Shea

I bet he asked her mid-shag.

Damien

You make it sound slutty. I had candles, okay? Doesn’t change the fact that I wasn’t nervous like Finney.

Niall

FINNEY?! Omg, I’m changing your contact name on my phone right the fuck now.

Finn

For fuck’s sake. I’m not nervous.

Shea

Liar.

Niall

I call bullshit, Finney.

Damien

Do you think she’ll say no? Is that why you’re nervous?

Finn

You’re fired. The lot of you.

“Who are you texting?”

“What? No one!” I exclaim in one breath before looking up and shouting, “Christ, Ash! Stay on the road.”

“I am on the road!”

“The right side of the road!”

“You mean the left.”

“Yes—which is therightside. The correct side. The side you can’t seem to stay on.”

“It’s not my fault the road is narrower than a stick of gum. How are you supposed to stay on any side when your car can hardly fit on the road itself, Finn? Answer that!”

Giving Ash driving lessons is likely the dumbest decision of my life. But, as of two months ago, she officially became an Irish citizen, so I guess she will need to learn eventually.

Right before I ask her to marry me, though? Not especially good timing.

I might die of a heart attack before I can get down on one knee.

She makes another sharper-than-necessary turn, and I try not to grip the dashboard. Teaching her to drive during peak tourist season probably wasn’t smart either, but it’s the first weekend we’ve had away in a while.

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