Page 93 of A Play For The Heart

Now that her emotional quota is filled for the month, she’s ready to party. Not that I can blame her. I’m also in the mood for a celebration now that I’m engaged.

That’s going to take some getting used to. Engaged.

One by one, people come up to congratulate us. Jack pulls us both into a bear hug and Nathalie cries when she looks at the ring. Both Declan and Deon both just smile at us, both slightly awkward. I thought it would be weird to add Declan to our small group after everything, but he fits in perfectly. We call my parents, then Henry's. Both sets nearly break the speakers of the phone when we share the news.

I pull Henry to the side, away from the group, for a moment just for us. Placing a kiss on his lips, I wrap my arms around his waist.

“You’re my fiancé,” I whisper up at him. I still haven’t quite wrapped my head around the whole thing.

“It has a nice ring to it.”

“I know something that sounds even better.” I look up at him, a hit of mischief in my gaze.

“Oh, yeah?” he asks, pulling me into him, “and what’s that?”

“Husband.”

The group of us spend the rest of the day laughing, celebrating, enjoying each other’s company. A year ago, I decided to apply for a job. To be closer to my best friend. The terror of moving across the country, only knowing two people in Seattle, almost prevented me from doing it. But I took the leap of faith. Now, looking around at my friends, at my fiancé, I couldn’t imagine a different life for myself. A job I love. Friends I adore. Engaged to my best friend.

I couldn’t imagine a better life.