Page 66 of Mistletoe Meet Cute
He lifts a shoulder and shrugs as he sips his coffee. “Open it and find out.”
I pull the smaller box out and pull it a part only to find another box inside this one too. “Camden. This may be the least grinch-like thing you’ve ever done.”
Camden sits quietly as I do this five more times, until I’m holding a small box in the palm of my hand, staring at it.
“Aren’t you going to open the last one, Holly?” he asks softly.
My eyes find his. “I’m not sure I can.”
“Then let me help you.” He takes the box from my hand and slides to one knee. “Holly Chase, you are the love of my life. I want to spend my life loving you and our family. I want to raise our babies together. Build a life together. Spend a lifetime loving you. Will you marry me?”
This man... he might not be the most talkative guy, but the words he chooses hit so beautifully hard when he needs them too.
Tears prickle my eyes before any words can even leave my mouth.
“Yes, Camden. Yes. I’ll marry you.” I launch myself at him, and Sophie squeals as she gets smooshed between her daddy and me. I trace the edge of his jaw, his morning stubble rasping against my fingertips as our lips meet. Soft and slow. “You already own my heart, Camden. You have for so long.”
He cracks open the red-velvet ring box and a beautiful princess-cut diamond glints back at me. “You, me, and Sophie.”
Camden slides the ring on my finger, and I kiss him again.
“Forever.”
EPILOGUE II
HOLLY
Cherry Creek Vineyards, the week before Christmas the following year.
The first snow sticks like powdered sugar on the vineyard rows, and the house smells like mulled wine and that special blend of chaos my sisters like to call Christmas.
I swear it doesn’t need to be this bad.
“Don’t.” Rainey points a wooden spoon like a magic wand. “I’m warning you, Hades. Do not touch that garland.”
“It’s just a little extra sparkle,” Hadley defends herself.
Ryleigh smirks as she sits down next to me, a fresh tray of sugar cookies in her hands. “It’s enough sparkle to make a stripper jealous.”
“I don’t know why you all pick on me.”
“You zip-tied mistletoe to the coat closet door last year. Aunt Pat went missing for twenty minutes every time the UPS guy showed up,” Rainey groans.
“He didn’t mind,” Hadley mutters.
I kick my feet up on the coffee table and drag a hand over the undeniable curve under my cranberry sweater. This baby is fueled by candy canes and sugar cookies and kicks my kidneys just to prove me right, calming down as soon as I pick up a cookie.
Sophie steals a cookie and spins in a circle, her tutu puffing out around her.
“Be careful,” I warn her when she gets a little close to Rainey, who stops and guides her away from the stairs. I wouldn’t exactly call the twos terrible, but they’re certainly active. More active than I currently have energy for.
“Status report.” Camden appears in the doorway like a walking winter Abercrombie catalog, and holy fuck, my husband is hot. Coat open, scarf hanging around his neck, hair dusted with snow, and cheeks flushed from the cold. He’s carrying a crate of wine like it weighs nothing and like he could body check a polar bear for me if I asked him to.
So hot.
“Down girl,” Hadley grins. “You’re already pregnant. You don’t want twins.”
“Please tell me you know it doesn’t work that way,” Ryleigh deadpans.
