Page 67 of Mr. Green (Mr. #2)

Lana

O ne month has passed since the dinner with my parents. Grant and I go back and forth from Texas to Washington. Since I work mostly from home, I stay with him in Texas more often than not. He’s taken me to tour a couple of culinary schools I’m thinking about.

I’m on my way to his house now. Andrew is with me and is picking me up. Grant said he had something he had to stay at the house and couldn’t make it.

Once Andrew drives us to Grant’s house, he helps me out the door.

“I’ll bring up your luggage. You go ahead. I know Mr. Green wants to see you.”

“You sure?” I furrow my brow. “I can grab it now.”

“No, no. I’ve got it. Go ahead, Lana.”

“Thanks, Drew.” I tap him on the shoulder and head up to Grant’s place. Once I get to the door, I’m not sure what to do. Queenie is already there, waiting. She knows right where to go and is whining to see Grant. I’m unsure if I should knock or try the handle to see if it’s unlocked.

Grant must’ve heard us. He opens the door in black slacks and a dark green shirt with a black belt and black shoes on. The sight is odd. He usually doesn’t wear his shoes at home.

“Hi, baby girl.” He kisses me for a moment or two on the lips. “I have something to show you.” He smiles.

I look at him weird. “What do you mean?”

“Come in, come in.”

Queenie is whining and wagging her tail, looking for attention. He pets her and says hello. Then he leads us inside with his arm on my lower back. A tiny black lab puppy comes running towards us.

“Grant! Who is this?” I was always surprised he didn’t have a hundred dogs. He volunteers at the animal shelter all the time.

“Check the collar. You’ll find out.”

I scraunch down on my knees to see a purple collar with a name tag. The name tag says, “Marry me?”

I look to Grant who is on one knee, holding a diamond oval ring with two sapphires on either side. “Grant?”

“From the first moment I saw you again, I knew you were everything I’d been wanting. You’re gorgeous, funny, smart, and passionate. I knew we were supposed to live our lives together. I hope you feel the same. Lana, do me the honor of spending the rest of our lives together? Will you marry me?”

We’re both kneeling so I just shuffle into his arms. “Yes, of course!” I tell him through tears.

I’ve always wanted this moment. A moment where the man I love, loves me for me, no matter what I look like, what I’m doing, or where I am.

I know he’d be there for me no matter what.

Saying yes is a no brainer and feels so right.

He holds me in his arms as both the dogs lick and jump on us. They’re excited too. Queenie doesn’t mind the new creature tramping about, so that’s a good sign. Who doesn’t love a puppy? Well, until they eat your shoes and poop everywhere, but I think we’ll get through this stage—together.