“You put me on the deed?”
“Yeah.”
“But this says Baker Dixon.” I pointed to the papers in my now trembling hand.
He shoved his hands in his pockets. “I was hoping you’d want to take my name.” His cheeks turned pink.
I looked at him incredulously.
“There’s some other stuff in there.” He pointed toward the papers with his chin.
I rifled through them. “A marriage license application?”
“I—” He scrubbed the back of his neck. “I don’t have a ring. I thought this would show my commitment until we could afford one.”
“I don’t understand,” I whispered. All the pieces were there, but I couldn’t believe the picture they made.
“I want to be your husband.”
“You do?”
“I really, really do.” He gave me a sheepish look. “I guess this wasn’t the most romantic way to—”
I jumped him and crashed my lips to his. “I’d love for you to be my husband.”
“Whenever you want, Easy. I just, we promised raw and I wanted you to know how I feel.”
“I don’t need a ring.” I waved my hand in the air. “This is so much better than a ring.”
“Knock, knock,” Mr. Dixon called from the doorway. “Is this a bad time?”
“Perfect timing.” Holt’s smile was blinding. “Are you gonna tell him?”
I cocked my head. “Mr. Dixon, do you like me?”
He gave me a quizzical look. “You know I do,” he said carefully.
“Well enough to have me for a daughter-in-law?”
Realization dawned in his eyes. He clapped his hands. “Definitely well enough for that.”
Holt set me on my feet, and I went into Mr. Dixon’s waiting arms.
“I’m so happy to be part of your family.”
“We wouldn’t be the same without you.” He kissed the top of my head. “Am I the first to know?”
“Yes.”
“Not exactly.”
Holt and I spoke at the same time.
“Andrew drew up the papers,” he explained. “This is half of Baker Dixon’s now.”
Mr. Dixon fist bumped his son. “Smooth, son. I taught you well.” He winked at me, and I grinned. His expression turned serious. “Ready to do this?”
Holt glanced to the other envelope on the table. He hesitated when his fingers touched it. “Thanks for this, Dad.”