Page 94 of Play the Last Track

“I’m built to be a girl dad, don’t you think?”

I give him a watery smile, the tears burning behind my eyes again. “You’re ridiculous.”

He only smiles. “Do you want your ring now? Or would you like a big fancy proposal with the flowers, and the string quartet playing, and the hidden photographer?”

“Now, please.”

Flynn gently pushes me back so he can stand from the stool. I watch as he rounds the kitchen bench and pulls open one of the many junk drawers we have around the house. He hates them, butthey balance out my messiness to his over-the-top cleanliness. He rifles through the contents, finally pulling out a red velvet box and turning to face me.

I stare at him, my jaw on the floor and disbelief in my eyes.

“You kept it in the junk drawer?” I exclaim as he comes back to me. He holds the box out and shrugs.

“You never found it. In fact, I’m surprised you never did. I guess those junk drawers really do hide treasures when you need them to.” He flicks open the lid of the box. A diamond the size of a small boulder sits nestled into small velvet cushions. The gold band glints from the lights above us. Simple, understated but still fucking huge. I stare at the ring, completely dumbfounded that he kept it in a drawer for three years. A drawer I toss things into every day.

“So, Rockstar, will you marry me?”

I blink up at him as he takes the ring from the box and holds it up, turning it a little between his fingers. A smile spreads across my lips.

“Fine, but keep a piece of my jewelry in the junk drawer again, and I’m throwing out your golf clubs,” I say, trying my best to have the fake threat come out convincingly. I fail, and my voice shakes with emotion. Flynn feigns shock for a moment, his face falling in horror before a smile cracks and he lifts my left hand, sliding the ring onto my finger. He leans down, kissing me hard and leaving me breathless.

We were never very good at faking it anyway.