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“I want to spend the rest of my life choosing you.”
Her tears fall faster.
No hiding.
No contract.
No controlling the outcome.
Just me.
Just her.
And one question I can't answer for either of us.
“Marry me, Firecracker.”
She laughs.
“That's not a question.”
“Fine.”
I take a breath.
“Layla Hawthorne, will you marry me?”
She looks down at me.
For one agonizing second, she doesn't answer. Then she glances toward the team. Dane cups his hands around his mouth.
“DON'T LEAVE HIM IN THE SIN BIN!”
The stadium explodes. Layla laughs so hard she bends forward.
“I'm going to kill him.”
“After you answer.”
She looks back at me.
My heart pounds.
This is it.
Her choice.
Exactly as it should be.
“Yes.”
Everything stops.
“What?”
She smiles.
“Yes, Mitchell.”
