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“Or …” Koen angles his body toward me, and my mom squeezes my dad’s arm, tears in her eyes. “I might have stolen your parents’ number from your phone. I might have already had a long talk with both of them.” He pulls a ring out of his pocket. “I might already have their blessing. Might you be interested in being my wife, Scottie Ann Rucker, the love of my life?”
Sneak-y Pete.
I shake my head. He knows the answer.
“Is that a no?” Koen feigns shock.
“I need to think about it.”
Through the corner of my eye, my parents’ faces are crestfallen.
Good. They can wallow in their deceitfulness for a few seconds.
“I’m done thinking. I’ll marry you.” I press my hands to Koen’s cheeks and kiss him.
My mom claps her hands like a circus monkey.
“Sure you don’t want to change your mind, Koen?” Dad asks. “If she’s yanking your chain like that now, just imagine what you’re in for twenty years down the road.”
Koen slips the ring on my finger and grins at me. “I think I’m in for a pretty great life.”
After a celebratory dinnerat a nice restaurant, my parents head to bed, and Koen follows me to my bedroom, stopping at the door with his bag in one hand and his other hand scratching his head. “Which bedroom is mine?”
I toss my bag onto the floor and turn toward him. “Are you serious?”
“No premarital sex.”
“What makes you think I’d have sex with you in my parents’ house? Are you incapable of sleepingnextto me instead of inside me?”
Koen steps into the bedroom and drops his bag next to mine. “My dick is like my other dog, well-trained. It is you who can’t be trusted.”
I roll my eyes before checking my phone.
“Call him,” Koen says, closing the bedroom door.
“Who?”
“Price. Who else?” He hooks my waist and sits on the edge of the bed with me on his lap.
“I’m just … checking my email.”
“If you don’t call him soon, he won’t be at the store, which means you won’t be able to reach him until tomorrow.”
“Why do I need to call him?”
“Because he’s watching my dog, and we need to know if he’s taking good care of my Scrotum.”
I grin, resting the side of my head against his. Koen knows I’m concerned, but he knows I’m afraid to show my concern. And he’s giving me an out.
God, I love this man.
“You’re right. We can’t let anything happen to your Scrotum.”
“We really should start thinking of him asourScrotum. Don’t you think?”
Turning my head a fraction, I kiss his cheek. “I thought you’d never ask.”
I call the store and put it on speaker.
