Page 89 of Truly

“Yes,” I say, kissing him. “Yes. I will marry you.”

Our family cheers, and Maggie pulls out bottles of champagne that she had run to the grocery store to pick up, unbeknownst to me.And I thought she was getting stuff to make lasagna.

Luke holds me tight in his arms and kisses the shell of my ear. “Mom is making dinner. Eat fast. I want to get you home.”

Home.

I want to get you home.

Doesn’t he know that home is right here, in his arms?

I take my fiancé’s face in my hands and kiss him again.

“Did you make this ring?” I ask, inspecting the craftsmanship.

“Yeah. I looked at some stores, but they all looked the same. I couldn’t sleep one night without you and got the idea to make you one myself with my blacksmith tools.” He bites his lip. “If you don’t like it, we’ll get you something else.”

I smile, shaking my head. “If I could have my choice, this is what I would’ve chosen.”

“Really?”

“Really.” I kiss the shell of his ear. “It will take your mom at least an hour to make dinner. If we act fast, we could sneak home for a quickie and be back before it’s time to eat.”

I giggle as he stands and pulls me behind him.

Guess he liked that idea.

I guarantee he’ll love what’s to come.

He doesn’t know I have a surprise of my own. It’ll just take another eight months to arrive.