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That took longer than I thought.
Promise to not tell?
Paloma
You’re a piece of work.
Pinky swear, now spill it!
Jameson
I’m going to ask Cassidy to marry me.
Paloma
I think I justblacked out.
OMGOMGOMGOMG
An image of the ring he picked out pops up in our text thread. The diamond is as big as my ass, and it’s stunning.
Jameson
So do I have your blessing?
Instead of texting him back, I call Jameson, and the moment he says “hello,” I start, “Of course you have my blessing! You guys are a perfect match. So tell me the plan.”
“I found, what I hope will be, our forever home. All I need is Cassidy to give me the go-ahead. Technically, I already put in an offer because it fits her wishlist, and what isn't there I can build myself. Anders is going to pick up her grandmother and Alma, but I could really use help with decorating the house and making sure it’s ready for heryes. If you can help with decor, I’ll send you the address.”
“Wait, you’re proposing this weekend?” I ask him, wanting to be sure I’m hearing him correctly.
“I am. I don’t want another day to pass by without calling her my fiancée.” Jameson’s voice doesn’t waver. There’s so much softness, just for Cass. “Can you do it?”
“Of course I can! Do you have food figured out?” I ask him, covering my mouth because I’m almost shouting from excitement. Oh my God, my best friend is getting married!
“I was hoping you wouldn't mind taking that on as well. Janelle is going to be there and my parents. Janelle said she would bring Brianna with her, and they would help you decorate.”
“Jameson, thank you for loving my friend the way she has always deserved. I am so excited!” I squeal out the last word.
“She’s the love of my life, and I can't wait to make her my wife. I’ll send you all the details.” We say our goodbyes, and I all but skip around the corner. I wonder if Clinton sounds so lost in love when he talks about me.
My phone vibrates just as I’m opening the door to Shaken Tropes. Clint’s handsome face flashes across my screen. Joy stretches across his face as he laughs. The picture ID is perfect. He’sperfect.
“Hey, Dove.” Clinton’s deep voice comes through the line as I press the phone to my ear. “Are you just making it to your shift?”
“I just walked in, actually. On my way to the office to check on a few things. What’s up?”
“Just wanted to hear your voice before this last meeting. Are we still on for dinner tonight?”
“How do you feel about dessert instead?” I make no attempts to hide the hunger in my tone.
He chuckles. “Baby, you are always my dessert.”
“Is that so?”
“It is,” he says matter-of-factly. “I got the last email for the tournament. The sponsor has accepted. We are officially fully funded.”
This time I don’t hold back any excitement as I shout, “What!? Albatross is fully funded? That’s incredible. We need to celebrate.”
