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“Okay,” I say, grinning. That was way easier than I thought it would be.
Shoving my hand into my pocket, I retrieve Carlee’s engagement ring. I waste no time sliding it back onto her finger where it belongs. I held onto it in the hopes one day she’d be wearing it again, and the relief I feel in this moment is indescribable.
“There’s nothing standing in our way now. Don’t ever keep anything from me again.”
“I won’t.”
“You should’ve talked to me when everything first happened.”
“I know that now. I-I just didn’t want to put you in a position. He was your uncle, your family.”
“What you failed to realize, Carlee, is you’re my family. My number fucking one. I’ll always choose you, don’t ever forget that.”
She smiles at me through her unshed tears. “You’re the first person to ever choose me.”
Leaning forward, I rub my nose alongside hers. “Promise me you’ll never leave me again, and mean it this time.”
“Cross my heart. You need to exist in my life.”
“I do, sunshine. I fucking do.”
Epilogue
Two weeks have passed since Grayson and I got back together. Our resurrection has been a whirlwind, to say the least, but we’ve lost so much time, so jumping in headfirst was the only option.
I quit my job the following day, packed up my things, said my goodbyes to Reece, and moved to Hermosa Beach to live with my fiancé. I couldn’t be happier. Things have finally come full circle and we’re right where we need to be.
Last night we flew to Vegas on the Black’s fancy-smancy private jet, along with Ashton and Em of course. Who knew that little girl from the wrong side of the tracks would one day be living a life of luxury?
Grayson thinks we’re just spending a weekend away with our best friends, but it’s so much more than that.
After breakfast, the boys head down to the Casino. They think Emma and I are going on a shopping spree, but we’re not. We have things to do and big plans to make. We agreed to meet up with them later for lunch. That’s when all will be revealed.
By the time midday rolls around, we’re all set andready to go. We text the boys our coordinates, and they’re on their way. I’m so excited I could squeal.
Emma and I are waiting on the sidewalk when their taxi pulls up to the curb. We both have suit bags clutched in our hands.
Ashton gets out first, eyeing the tiny white building behind us. “We’re eating here?” he whines. I playfully roll my eyes.
Although we’ve buried the hatchet and become friends, he’s still a douche at times. Ignoring him, as he makes his way toward Emma, I stand there impatiently waiting for my man to exit the vehicle.
The moment Grayson’s lips meet mine, I shove the suit bag into his chest. “What’s this?” he asks.
“A suit.”
“You bought me a suit?”
“No, it’s one of yours from home, silly. You need to put it on.”
“Why?”
“Because I cannot wait another second to become your wife.”
“What,” he says, giving me a dumb look.
“We’re getting married.”
“Here?” His eyes move toward the chapel behind us.
