Page 137 of Just Another Silly Love Song

“Yes!” she screamed.

Grandma Joyce laughed hysterically. “Rocket science, huh? It’s not as easy as it seems, is it? Okay, from the top, once again!”

I grinned, but my gaze never left hers. “Lori Martin, you rock my world. You’re my partner at work, and now I want you to be my partner in life. My amazing wife. Nothing would give me more pleasure than to know you and I will be together forever. Lovely Lori, will you marry me?”

“Yes!” She ran toward me and jumped in my arms, kissing me before I even had a chance to put the ring on her finger or kiss her first.

And wow, did she kiss me good.

“That’s what I’m talking about!” Joyce said. “I’m so happy for us all!”

“Congratulations!” Grandpa Wayne said.

Lori finally pulled away from the kiss and touched her lips. “Sorry, I know you probably wanted to kiss me.”

I chuckled and shook my head. “No. I wouldn’t change a thing. You’re perfect. And looks like we’re going to have another kiss video that will go viral.” I pointed to Debbie, who was recording the video through the glass from the other studio.

I slid the ring on her finger and pulled the flowers out of the cupboard, handing them to her.

Lori sniffled, hugging the flowers. “Dr. Tough Love, you’re officially a romantic.” She wiped a few happy tears off her face.

“Thank you for making me the happiest man ever.” I pointed to the microphones. “I guess we should get back to work.”

“Hey, I have an idea!” Joyce said. “Let’s have a double wedding!”

“That’s a wonderful idea!” Grandpa Wayne said.

I glanced across at Lori, wondering how she would react to that.

She shrugged. “I’m completely fine with that as long as I get to have a song from Celine Dion for our first dance.”

I shook my finger at her. “No, no, no, no, no. That isnotgoing to happen.”

“Remember when you told one of our listeners that men should put the needs of women first?”

“I don’t remember that at all,” I lied.

“Nice try! I want Celine Dion for our first dance.”

I frowned. “Please, no. Anyone but her.”

Lori studied me for a moment and nodded. “Okay, okay. No Celine Dion.”

I arched an eyebrow. “Really?”

She nodded. “Really. I’ll pick someone else then. No big deal.”

“Yes!” I pumped my fist in the air. “Thank you. That’s why I love you. I can’t wait to marry you.”

Lori adjusted the microphone. “You said anyone but her, though.”

I nodded emphatically. “Anyone. Absolutely.”

“Okay, then . . .” Lori smirked. “I choose Bette Midler.”

I laughed and shook my head. “Well played.”

“Thanks. I had to get you back for your trick at the poker tournament.”

Of course, I was making a big deal out of nothing.

It was just another silly love song.

And in the end what mattered most was, I got the girl.

THE END

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