Page 79 of Found By You
Azalea’s jaw dropped. “Really?”
“Turns out they have an opening for an experienced officer. Damon and I talked earlier today.”
“We could use someone with your expertise,” Damon added from the table.
Azalea turned to me, her eyes shining with happiness and disbelief. “You arranged all of this?”
I shrugged, suddenly feeling shy under the weight of her amazed stare. “I just wanted everything to be perfect.”
“It is,” she said softly, her fingers intertwining with mine as she admired the diamond on her finger. “It’s absolutely perfect.”
Kayla couldn’t contain herself any longer. She jumped up and rushed over, wrapping us both in a hug. “I knew it! I knew you two were meant to be together from the moment I saw you at the hospital.”
“I probably knew it first,” Ella called out. “I met her second, after McCrae, everyone.”
All of us laughed.
Noah raised his glass. “To McCrae and Azalea. May your life together be as beautiful as the way you found each other.”
“To McCrae and Azalea!” everyone echoed, raising their glasses.
My father stood. “I’ve never been prouder of you, son. You found a good woman.” He blinked and took my mother’s hand.
“I agree,” said my mother.
Azalea blushed. “Thank you both.”
“When’s the wedding?” my mother asked, already in planning mode.
“Mom,” I laughed. “We just got engaged thirty seconds ago.”
“Well, I’m just saying, if you want a summer wedding, we’ll need to move quickly,” she replied, completely serious.
Azalea giggled, leaning into my side. “I don’t need anything fancy or big. Just all of you there.” She winked at me. “And I think soon is good.”
Happiness filled me and I gathered her into my arms.
Canyon brought a chair to the table. “Sit, Greg, get to know this rowdy bunch.”
Greg took his seat at the table, looking pleased but exhausted from standing so long. “McCrae, I want you to know that our parents and foster mother would have loved you, I know they would have.”
Azalea grinned and put a hand on Greg’s shoulder. “Yes, they would have.”
For a second, everyone was quiet.
Azalea dabbed at her eyes. “Dang it, when I think about Hazel and our parents, part of me is sad they won’t be here, ya know.” She sniffed.
Greg reached for her hand.
She hugged him.
I suddenly wished so bad that they were all here too.
Greg cleared his throat. “Hazel always told Azalea that she’d know when the right one came along.”
“She was right,” Azalea said softly, her eyes finding mine. “I knew from that first morning at the lake house.”
“Even before you remembered who you were?” I asked, amazed.
