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“For all you know I’m into crazy-stalker chicks,” he said with a wink.
“What did you think of the book?”
“I think that Darcy was misunderstood. I felt for the guy. It took Elizabeth three hundred pages to realize that he wasn’t some stuck-up prideful wanker.”
Summer gasped. “He was rude to her.”
“It was a bad first impression. To be fair, the poor guy didn’t want to be there with all those women wanting him for his money. So they had a meet-ugly—you have to cut the guy some slack. We’ve all been there.”
“Okay, you have me there. And he did figure it out first that there was something between them.”
“Oh, I think it was love at first sight for him.”
And there went those butterflies again. “How do you know?”
“Because a man knows these things.” He took her hand in his. “It might take him some time to figure these things out, love. But when he does, he is certain.”
“Give me another example,” Summer whispered breathlessly, as he wove their fingers together.
“Okay. When I walked in here tonight and saw you sitting at the table, before our phones even chimed I knew you were my soulmate. In fact, if I weren’t being such a stubborn wanker, that first time I met you I would have admitted it was love at first sight.”
“I didn’t think you believed in things like love at first sight.”
“I didn’t until you. With you I believe in a lot of things I didn’t used to. For example—”
Wes got off his chair and knelt in front of her on one knee and she clasped her hands over her mouth, while her heart did a nosedive straight into her belly then shot into her chest like a champagne cork.
“I never truly believed that forever could really exist for a guy like me. That someone could see past my arrogance and pride to the man beneath who wants nothing more than to be loved.”
Summer cupped his cheeks. “You deserve all the love in the world.”
“You also make me believe that. And I want to give you that, even more, in return. Which is why...” He pulled the daisy out of his book. “You have made me happier than I’ve ever been and I can only imagine how happy the rest of our days together will be. So, Summer Russo, will you marry me?”
He held out the daisy and that’s when she saw it, the glittery square-cut diamond in an antique setting and surrounded by dozens of smaller diamonds. It reminded her of the stars in Mystic’s night sky.
He slid the ring off the stem of the daisy and held it up to her finger. “Will you be my wife?”
“Yes! With all my heart yes!” she said.
He slid the ring all the way on her finger and, just like them, it was the perfect fit.