Page 66 of Sparrow's Grace

And the moment we stepped through the doors of the clubhouse, I winced. My eyes looked to the little stage they had in the corner. Yeah, Cam really didn’t have a singing voice.

My eyes found Michelle and then I winced in sympathy for her. She caught my eyes and rolled her own, then she held up a margarita glass and took a big sip.

Zeke pulled me over to where the women were sitting, and then once I had my ass in a chair, he said, “I will save the day, but first, I have to feed my woman.”

After he went to the kitchen, all the women looked at me and said, “We are indebted to you forever.”

Michelle winced when Cam hit a certain note, “I love my man, he’s sexy as all hell in the bedroom when he uses that voice, but he’s so out of tune.”

I was wincing right along with the women as Cam started another song, and thankfully, Zeke came out then, placed a plate with a sandwich on it, a bag of chips, and a soda down in front of me, bent, pressed a kiss on the tip of my nose, and then I watched his perfect ass as he walked to the stage.

And all at once, everyone started clapping while the women said, “Thank god.”

But it was Michelle who whistled, and Cam looked at Michelle and said, “Really?”

“Honey, I love you. But you can’t sing for shit.” That started up rounds of laughter.

I winked at her when she looked at me and shrugged her shoulders.

I grabbed my sandwich and looked up at the stage, only to find Zeke’s eyes on me as he sat on a bar stool in front of a microphone, with a guitar in his lap, and one leg propped up on a rung.

Sending him a smile and blowing him a kiss, he made sure he caught it then he asked, while looking at me, “First song of the night goes to my woman and my baby. So, Angel, what song do you want to hear?” And at the wordsmy baby, soft smiles showed up on everyone’s faces.

I didn’t even have to think about it. One song came to mind. And then I opened my mouth and said, “It’s Your Love by Tim McGraw.”

He closed his eyes at my request, and then I placed my sandwich down, he opened his eyes back up and then looked at me, and I mean really looked at me, and then… and then he started to strum the chords.

I leaned back in my chair and watched, mesmerized, as he sang the song to me. It was fucking perfect.

When he got to the lyrics, “Better than I was. More than I am. And all of this happened, by taking your hand. And who I am now, is who I wanted to be,” tears ran down my cheeks.

I sat there as I watched my man sing that song to me, I felt a hand land on my shoulder, and when I looked up, it was to see Lil with a soft smile on her face, “Couldn’t have picked a better woman for him than you.”

I whispered, “Thank you.”

Then my eyes went back to Zeke.

As he finished the song, I stood up, walked to the stage, and then leaned up on my tiptoes as he leaned over and gave me his lips.

Once we both pulled away to hear catcalls, Gage leaned in and started to talk about another song they wanted to play.

And I knew it was the right time.

Therefore, in the middle of the clubhouse with everyone around us, I looked up into his eyes, smiled, then without a care in the world, knowing my man would catch me when I fell, I took in a breath and called out, “Zeke?”

He was talking to Gage about another song, but at hearing his name, he stopped mid-conversation and looked at me, “Yeah, Angel?”

I smiled then, wiped the tears from my eyes, and then with my voice as strong as I could make it, I said, “I fucking love you too.”

Then… then I watched as he closed his eyes, dropped his head, and then took in a breath, opened his eyes back up, and looked at me, then in front of everyone, he said, “Marry me.”

I winked, “Ask me in a couple of weeks.”

And if he did, I knew I wouldn’t be saying no.

But he didn’t need to know that.

Chapter 14

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