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He dropped to one knee and grabbed my left hand.

“What’s going on?” I whispered.

He held a diamond ring up in his left hand. The rock was humongous, but I only had eyes for him.

“Will you marry me, Mickayla Grace?”

“Absolutely, yes,” I said as he slid the ring on my finger.

I cupped his cheeks, leaned forward, and kissed him.

We didn’t break it until I heard someone whistle. The shop owner brought over two flutes of champagne and an employee brought over two bowls of ice cream.

“I’ve never heard of an ice cream shop with champagne,” I said.

“I brought the champagne to them and let them in on my plan,” Tundra said.

“You think of everything.”

“Were you surprised?” he asked.

I beamed at him. “Very. Not what I expected today, at all.”

The refrigerator door closed and I heard a soda can open, which pulled me from what was hands-down one of my favorite memories.

“You’re spaced out over there. What’s on your mind?” Mable asked, leaning on the kitchen counter with an energy drink.

I glanced down at my hand. Every time I looked at the round-cut diamond on my finger, I felt a little niggle of guilt.

“Sis—”

I looked up at her. “It’s been almost a year since Tundra proposed, and I’m not any closer to planning the wedding. What’s my problem?”

She set her drink on the counter. “Gee, you two just moved in December. Killian, or maybe it was Ryan, mentioned that the second location on the Northside of Jacksonville had a soft open the first week of January.” She widened her eyes. “I’d say you’ve been busy.”

I nodded. We’d been very busy, but Tundra had sent me the names of three wedding planners who could coordinate a wedding out in Biloxi.

I hadn’t reached out.

I loved him more than I ever thought was possible.

He was the yin to my yang, and I loved every moment I got to spend with him.

Planning a wedding should not leave me stalled in my tracks. My therapist suggested I let Tundra plan it, but that felt too much like letting him down.

Mabel grabbed my hand. “Do what you always told me to do.”

My head reared back. “When did I ever offer you decent advice?”

She chuckled. “Plenty of times, but what you said was ‘stop worrying about it, and do something about it.’ Even if the only thing you do is touch grass. Remember that?”

My eyes slid to the side. “No, you must have me confused with someone else.”

She stepped closer to me. “No, I don’t. Fretting about this is pointless. Call someone. Or come with me to the beach, and we’ll sit in the sun. It’ll work out either way.”

I shook my head. “I’m always down for a trip to the beach with my sister.”

Tundra