Page 57 of Ghostly Bother

"Sure, get me arrested."

"In handcuffs at least." Angus wiggled his eyebrows.

"You're horrible." Lance laughed as he ate. Just a bit longer. He'd wait until they finished eating, then he'd get down on one knee and pray the right words came to him. He was sure he'd mess this up.

"Help!" The loud scream came from the lake.

Angus and Lance stood, turning to find a woman staring over the edge of a paddle boat.

"My son fell in. Help, I can't swim."

Lance saw the boy floating several feet from the boat, luckily wearing a life vest. The little boy couldn't be more than three or four as he bobbed on the water, his head sinking below the small waves from time to time.

Before Lance could think, Angus had kicked off his boots, tossed his phone and wallet at Lance and jumped into the water, swimming with strong strokes toward the small boy. Others were in the water going after the child as well, but it was Angus who reached him first.

Lance smiled as Angus held the boy close and slowly moved back to the mother and their paddle boat. He wasn't surprised when Angus climbed up, set the baby on the mother's lap, and started to paddle the boat back to shore so she wouldn't have to.

This was why he loved the man. Everyone's hero. But the box in his pocket would have to wait. He wasn't going to do this with Angus soaking wet and adrenaline already coursing through him. There would be a better time. One where others weren't around to interrupt their special moment. Lance could wait. He knew Angus wasn't going anywhere. Married or not, their love was real, and he knew the two of them would be together forever.