Page 42 of Grind

“We’ll meet you at the Kildare,” I tell Owen, my youngest brother, who is closest to the aisle with his fiery girlfriend, Molly. Molly gives me a knowing grin; there’s nothing that woman doesn’t seem know.

Grabbing Ava’s hand, I stride up the aisle with purpose.

“Get a room,” Ronan growls under his breath.

That’s on my agenda, but not just yet.

Ava doesn’t even throw a look back. She’s used to my antics at this point. And graduation behind her, I know every part of her is eager to jump into the future.

It’s a beautiful day, and not too far of a walk to the park where we danced under the stars on our first date. Today it’s an explosion of color, all greens and brightly colored flowers. The area has been roped off, and a sweating Sully stands guard outside the only entrance.

“Nice of you to show up, boss.” But he’s grinning and pats me on the shoulder as he heads off to give us some privacy.

Ava looks at me expectantly. “I thought we were going to the Kildare!”

She’s smiling and taking in every detail of the garden in full bloom. Slowly, she spins in a circle, and when she turns back around, I’m on one knee.

Her eyes widen, her hand flying up to her mouth. She even takes a step back, which is exactly the direction I don’t want her heading. Toward me, darling. Not away. But it looks like I managed to surprise her for once.

“Marry me, Ava.” The emerald catches the light and sparkles.

It’s like I can’t breathe, and the moment between when those words leave my mouth and when she whispers “Yes” are maybe the longest ones of my life.

I’m on my feet, my arms wrapped around her. She turns her face up to press her lips to mine. My girl. My wife. Everything feels right.

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