“Tell me what would make you the happiest in the whole world, and I’ll make it happen.”
“I—” Emotion closes over my throat, but after a heartbeat, I whisper, “You.”
“Well.” He chuckles. “That’s really good to hear, especially since I thought you might want this.” He cracks the box open.
A princess-cut solitaire on white gold sparkles in the candlelight.
Tears spill now, burning their way down my cheeks.
I drop to my knees, taking his hands in mine.
He chuckles again. “You’re supposed to stand for this part, baby.”
I shake my head. “Nope.”
He dots a kiss to my forehead and slides the ring onto my finger.
“Lawson,” I manage. “You forgot?—”
“Marry me, Carlie Marie Lamont.”
“That sounds like a statement, not a question, Lawson Rawlins.”
“Yes ma’am.”
I sob a huffy chuckle.
“Sassy Cowboy.”
He tilts his head, raising his eyebrows, as if needing to hear the answer he already knows is coming.
“Yes, of course. Always.”
“Christ, woman. Give a man a heart attack.”
I take his face in my hands, palming his jaw, pulling his mouth to mine.
Cheers break out all over the restaurant. Wolf whistles rip through the air. All of a sudden, the crowd behind us has an accent, straight out of?—
“Congratulations, darlin’.” Harry pulls me into a hug as I huff a surprised sound.
Montana . . .
Louisa has Lawson in her hold. And that’s when I see his brothers, Ruby, Addy, and Grace standing behind his parents.
Oh my god.
I spin around when Harry releases me. “Lawson Rawlins, what if I’d said no?”
He chuckles, breaking away from Louisa. A beat later, my face is cradled between his huge, warm hands. “Then I really would have something to atone for.”
I gasp. He remembersthat.
This man, my cowboy.
“As if you could ever say no to being my sister-in-law.” Ruby slides an arm around my waist before Lawson releases me to her hug.
Holy hell in a hand basket.