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Malakai turned to her. “But you get carsick on a bike.”
She pulled her hair back, showing him the tiny little bar through the cartilage on the inside of her ear. “It worked.”
A smile broke out on his face. “You mean you can handle a ride on it?”
“Yeah, and I know how much you love that bike and the sacrifice you made for me.”
He shook his head and chuckled. Catching her gaze after a quick glance at the assembled group, he said, “Apparently, we both had surprises today.”
He dropped to one knee, and the crowd shrieked as he pulled a small velvet box from his jeans pocket, opening it. A small, delicate diamond ring was cradled in it. “I’d love to take a ride on that bike with my fiancée. I love your quiet, thoughtful strength. You are my heart. Will you please marry me?”
Tears pooled in her eyes and streaked down her cheeks as she nodded. “Yes, I’d love to marry you.”
Malakai slipped the ring on her finger, stood, and lifted her off her feet as the crowd cheered. “I love you, Charlotte.”
“I love you.”
Spending her life with Malakai was the best fairytale she could have imagined.
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In the middle of nowhere, Texas, Grace Maddox was as lost as she’d ever been. Her GPS had sent her who knows where, and now, she was cruising through winding hills on a stretch of road that never seemed to end. And while it was beautiful, lost was lost.
At least she was driving her fiancé’s old sixties Mustang, which was fun. She could still remember the first time Bret let her drive it. They’d gone far outside Houston so he could teach her how to drive a stick shift. It was awful. She nearly gave up, but Bret pushed her to keep trying.
Bret would have loved being lost in a place with willow trees and grass so lush it looked fake. Add to it the picture-perfect powder-blue sky, and it was like being in a different world. That was Texas, though. You could go from a packed city to desert-dry to what looked like something out of a rainforest without ever leaving the state.
Only, she didn’t have the luxury of being lost or slowing down. Her boss, Yolanda, would kill her if she missed this appointment. Not only did it mean good things for Westhall Interior Designs, it meant Grace might finally get the promotion she’d been working for since she was hired six years ago.
All the late nights, coffee runs, and lack of social life had led to these clients: a rich couple with a house in need of a complete interior makeover. They’d specifically asked for Grace after seeing one of her homes featured at the Abilene Design Show. Granted, that was before she lost Bret, but it was still her design that caught their attention.
What would Bret think? Would he be proud of her? She had to think he would. He was always great about cheering her on. She graduated from college with a business degree, but her passion had been design. Instead of encouraging her to get the corporate job, he’d told her to go for her dream. If it weren’t for him, she would’ve never even had the guts to try.
Rubbing her thumb across her engagement ring, tears pricked her eyes as she thought about him. It had been eight months, and moving on was proving nearly impossible. To the point that she’d been unable to take her ring off yet. How could she move on when she couldn’t get over loving him? It’s not like he’d left willingly. He’d been taken from her, and she felt hollow.
By now, she would’ve been married. They would still be in the honeymoon phase.
She swallowed hard and shook her head. There was no point dwelling on it. How many times had she been told to be thankful for the time she had? That didn’t make losing him any easier, but she’d finally pulled out of her funk a few months ago. At only thirty-one, she was determined to live her life. It’s what Bret would have wanted anyway.
She pulled the ring off and stuck it in her pocket. This time, she’d do it. She’d take it off and keep it off.
Without warning, a rattling noise came from the engine, and white smoke poured from the hood, yanking her from her thoughts.
“Oh, great.”
As she pulled to the side of the road, the car shuddered to a stop and died. She opened the door, got out, and walked to the front of the car. The smoke was even thicker now that she was stopped.
Grace raked her hand through her shoulder-length hair and twisted around. There were no signs of life anywhere. Would roadside assistance even be able to find her, especially since she didn’t know where she was?
