Page 136 of Just Another Silly Love Song

“Let’s get to it then.” I pressed line six on the control board. “Welcome, Joyce! You’re on the air. Have you been listening to the show?”

“Of course, I’ve been listening,” she said. “I haven’t missed a show in ages. Let’s get down to business. Wayne, are you there? I hear you have something important to ask me that rhymes with bedding.”

“I do,” Grandpa Wayne said. “Very important. Just pretend you don’t know I’m going to propose to you right now.”

“I can do that. I’m the great pretender.”

“Okay then, here we go. Joyce, my love—”

“I do! I do! I do!” Joyce yelled.

I burst with laughter. “You sound like an ABBA song.”

Lori covered her face with her hands and laughed. “Grandma! Give the man a chance to say what he wanted to say. He didn’t even ask you yet! And theI dopart will happen at the actual wedding ceremony. You need to answeryesto his proposal, but only after he finishes the entire question. It’s not rocket science, Grandma.”

“Fine, fine,” Joyce said. “I’m a little excited, as you can tell. And I’m not getting any younger, either.”

I chuckled. “Okay, Grandpa Wayne, please continue from the top.”

“You bet,” he said. “Here we go again. Take two . . . Joyce, my love, call me crazy, but I’m crazy for you. Call me a fool, but I’m a fool for you. You’re right, we’re not getting any younger, but we’re young at heart and that’s what counts. And I was hoping you would do me the great honor of being my wife. Will you marry me?”

“Yes!” Joyce screamed. “I’m getting married!”

“All right!” I pumped my fist in the air. “I’m so happy for you both.”

“Me, too.” Lori wiped her eyes.

“Yay for me!” Joyce said. “Hey, since we’re talking about weddings, what about the two of you?”

“What about us?” I said.

“When are you going to tie the knot? You both love each other. What are you waiting for? There’s no time like the present.”

I blinked and glanced over at Lori.

She was already looking back at me.

We were at a loss for words.

“Tomorrow isn’t guaranteed,” Grandma Joyce continued. “My future husband once said that when you see something you like you’d be foolish not to start enjoying it immediately. There’s still time on your show this morning for another proposal, isn’t there?”

I glanced up at the clock and something suddenly shifted inside of me.

Joyce was right.

Why wait?

“Yes.” I glanced over at Lori. “There’s still plenty of time.”

Lori crossed her arms. “You’re bluffing.”

I chuckled. “Come on, you witnessed firsthand that I happen to be the worst bluffer in the world.” I grabbed my headphone case and pulled the velvet ring box from inside, taking a step toward her.

Lori gasped. “Oh, my . . .” She put her hand on her chest. “It’s really happening.”

“It is.” I slipped my headphones off, set them on the counter, and got down on one knee in front of her.

“Lori Martin, you—”