Page 97 of Bit's Bliss

My hand shook when I took the small box from my pocket and gazed up at her beautiful face. “Marry me, little dove? Be mine forever?”

Her eyes filled with tears. “Yes, yes, yes, I’ll marry you.”

She gasped when I slid the ring on her finger. Her father gave it to me the day I’d told him I planned to propose. It was the same ring he’d given to her mother.

“Oh, Trevino. I love it and you so much.”

The dayafter we were married, only a week after I proposed, I gave her the other gift her father and I had agreed upon together—her house. I’d purchased it from the bank but had the deed made out in her name.

She fussed at me about it, but I knew it made her happy. Especially when she told me that she’d always dreamed of turning it into a bed and breakfast.

Her dad, who’d already moved into the guesthouse on the property while we were on our honeymoon, ended up taking over its management right after our first baby was born.

We named him Trystan Trevino, but most of the time, Eberly called him her “little bit.”