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“Well,” I said, getting to my feet. “Now I’m not interested.”
“Yeah,” Thomas agreed, standing as well. “Me either.” He reached his hand out to shake mine. “Nice meeting you, Constance.”
“And you, Mr. Banks,” I agreed, fighting a smile. “Too bad this didn’t work out.”
“You two are idiots,” Daddy said. “Sit down.”
Thomas and I grinned at each other before flopping back down into our respective seats.
“See, your both total smart asses. Honestly, I don’t know if either of you could find anyone else to put up with your bullshit.”
“That’s fair, sir,” Thomas said. “And I meant what I said. I do want permission to marry your daughter.”
“And you’ll have it,” Daddy said. “After she finishes school.”
I started to protest but my dad gave me a stern look.
“Constance, you are still young and I won’t have you getting married and depending on a man for anything. You will get your full education. You will get a job in your chosen field and you will thrive at it.”
“He’s right,” Thomas said. He leaned forward and took my hand in his. “Remember earlier when I couldn’t tell you what my mom had been doing since I left? I don’t want that for you. I want you to do whatever the hell you want to do. Your degree will give you options.”
“So, what?” I asked, staring into his dark eyes. “We’ll have a long-distance relationship?”
“You think a couple hundred miles is going to ruin what we’ve found?” he asked me. “It will be hard, but we’ll make it work. I love you.”
“I love you, too,” I told him.
“Gross,” Daddy said, calling our attention back to him. “Also, you’re fired. Now get out of my office.”
“That’s not fair,” I whined. “He didn’t really do anything wrong.”
“I wasn’t talking to him,” Daddy said.
Oh.
Oooh.
“You hate working there anyway,” my dad said. “And I actually need him on the site more than I need you answering phones. But if you both work there, neither of you are going to get anything done. Plus, I don’t want to watch you drool over each other.”
“Okay,” I agreed. I turned to Thomas and smiled up at him. “I’ll walk you to your car.”
We walked outside and I leaned against the driver’s door. He pressed up against me and kissed me softly.
“I guess I should ask you now, huh?” he whispered.
My heart hitched and I fought not to start crying. It was all well and good when we were talking in abstracts, and insanity, but it was completely different to know he was actually about to ask me to marry him.
“Constance Bard,” he said, stepping back and dropping to one knee in front of me. “Will you marry me?”
“Where’s my ring?” I asked him, narrowing my gaze. “Do I have to graduate before I get that, too?”
“Probably,” he agreed.
“Hmm…well, I reserve the right to answer at such time that the proper jewelry has been purchased and offered to me.”
“Well, I reserve the right not to ask again,” he countered.
“You will though,” I assured him. I ran my hands down my body and shimmied as he had done earlier. “You wouldn’t risk losing all of this.”
