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“No.” I lowered myself to one knee. “Because I get to ask you that first.”
Now we were both on one knee on the floor in front of the entire fucking restaurant.
Rhyland groaned from somewhere behind my shoulder, “This is the most cringe thing I’ve ever seen. And I was there when Paris Hilton tried to launch a music career.”
“Row.” Cal’s eyes were glittering with tears. “You don’t even have a ring.”
I rummaged in the front pocket of my cargo pants, producing a Tiffany box.
Her jaw dropped. “How?”
I shrugged. “You never know when the love of your life decides it’s a good day to take her head out of her ass and come say hi.”
“How long have you been…on standby?” She dropped her own ring box, covering her mouth as I popped mine open. It had a diamond so big, it could barely fit in the box. It was a solitaire cut—the nineties popular design.
“I prefer not to say,” I drawled.
“I didn’t ask for your preferences.”
“In that case, since our first kiss after you came back.”
“That night on the swings?” She looked puzzled. We hadn’t even been together. “Wow, you’ve got it hard, dude.” She grinned.
“Not the only hard thing about him right now, I can bet.” Rhyland cupped his mouth, hollering from the sidelines.
“I asked you a question,” I reminded her, ignoring my best friend. He got a pass for helping her put this together. “I don’t want to look back anymore, Dot. I want to look forward. So, do you have an answer for me? Preferably this decade. This moment is probably streaming live on YouTube.”
“Oh. Yeah. Sure. I’ll marry you.” She flung her arms over my shoulders and gave me the best kiss of my life.
As a chef, my future wife ticked all the boxes.
She tasted delicious, just the right balance between sweet and biting.
Most important of all…
She tasted like forever.
CAL
One Year Later
oBITCHuary: Hey.
McMonster: Hi.
oBITCHuary: You’re back.
McMonster: Only momentarily. I needed to sign in so I can keep all the conversation records before they’re gone forever.
oBITCHuary: Are you ready to celebrate Christmas?
McMonster: Celebrate is a big word. I’m ready to tolerate it.
oBITCHuary: Oh shush. You’ll have fun.
McMonster: I will, but only for one reason.
oBITCHuary: Red reminds you of blood?
