Page 128 of Rule 4: Never Get Stranded with a Sports Reporter

Who does that?

Fate conspired to bring us together, and now we’re going to live the rest of our lives together.

Because even though I’ve never been as happy as I am in my career, even though I’ve finally made real, solid relationships with my teammates, Cal is my everything.

“I love you,” I say.

“I love you too.” He collapses on the sand beside me, and I slide on his ring.

“I got one for myself.”

“Let me put it on you.”

I unzip my other pocket and hand it to him. He opens the small box and removes the ring. The platinum glints in the bright Fijian light. He slides the ring onto my ring finger.

“The cargo shorts should have been a clue,” he says.

I pat my pockets triumphantly. “Proposal gear, dude.”

And then there’s a lot of kissing.

And I’m super glad I did not pay for the option where the hotel staff stayed on the island and got things for us. I’m glad I paid for the option where they got the hell off the island in that sailboat.

Because there’s a lot I want to do with Cal now.

“Your ring is on tight?” I ask.

“Uh-huh.” His eyebrows raise.

He looks so fucking good.

I pounce on him.

And then we live happily ever after.