Page 114 of Blind Luck

Screw the Prophet.

Screw People’s Promise.

I was taking my life back.

“Hell yeah.” I grinned and flung my arms around Rusty again. “We’re gonna be the Kealohas. In our Kealo-house.”

He kissed my hair. “You’re such a dork.”

“But you love me anyway.”

“I do. My love for you is deeper than the, uh…the deepest part of the ocean. The Marina Trench?”

“The Mariana Trench. And cheesier than mozzarella.”

“You have a problem with that?”

“Nope, not even a little bit. Hey, can we have a cheese fountain at our wedding?”

“Like queso?”

“Yeah!”

Rusty lifted me onto the counter, and Ari passed him the first-aid kit. Kai’s eyes had gone all watery, which was super sweet actually, and I didn’t miss the way he glanced across at Maya. Why couldn’t those two just give in to their feelings?

“You can have anything you want,” Rusty said. “A nacho mountain, a taco tower, anything.”

“How about we live-stream the ceremony on BuzzHub?”

I managed to keep my face straight for three whole seconds before I collapsed into giggles.

“Almost anything,” he amended, then kissed my forehead. “Now, sit still while I fix your knees.”