Page 133 of The Fed Sex Man

I nodded. “Yep.”

“What are you going to do?”

I glanced at John, and then at her. “I’ve got a few ideas.”

“Like what?”

“Right now, they’re not important.”

“When are they important?” she asked.

“I’ll let you know when they become so. I just wanted everyone to know I’m currently amongst the unemployed.”

John slapped his hand against my shoulder. “Proud of you, Son.”

Jo gave him a cross look, and then gave me one. “I’m afraid to ask what the second announcement is.”

I stood and turned to face her. With her hair pinned in a tight bun, she looked like she did on the night of our first date. The recollection of her vomiting on my car caused me to cough out a laugh.

“Are you going to tell a joke?” she asked.

I shook my head. “No.”

She wrinkled her nose. “What are you doing? Sit down.”

After nervously reaching into my pocket, I lowered myself to one knee. “Josephine Annabelle Watson—”

“Oh my God,” she cried. “Tyson…”

“Josephine Annabelle Watson—”

Tears welled in her eyes. She glanced at John.

“Don’t look at him,” I said. “I already asked his permission. I’m trying to ask yours.”

She met my gaze.

I’d spent a lifetime armed with the belief that the moment that was upon me would never happen. Josephine had spent a lifetime reading romance novels, praying that one day the moment would arrive.

The moment had arrived.

It was time for me to propose marriage to the most beautiful woman in the state of Texas.

“Josephine Annabelle Watson. You changed my life with one kiss. I’d like to change yours with a lifetime of kisses.” I raised the ring and held it between us. “Will you marry me?”

She wiped her eyes with the heels of her palms and nodded. “I will.”

“Hot damn!” John howled. “Now get busy making me a grandbaby!”

I looked at John and winked. “That’s next on the list, Sir.”

“Call me Dad,” he said. “If you care to, that is. We’re family now, pretty much.”

I glanced at the ceiling.

You’ll always be my Pop, Pop.

He’s not a replacement, he’s just my Dad.

I swallowed a mouthful of emotion and grinned. “That’s next on the list, Dad.”