Page 94 of For Crosby
I twisted in my seat and lifted my Parks jersey so he could see my hip. Two small crisscrossed hockey sticks with Parks on the handles graced the area.
He shook his head. “Not that.”
I laughed to myself as I dropped the hem of the jersey and held out my left hand. My engagement ring sparkled in the bright arena lights.
He grabbed hold of my hand. “I can’t wait to make you Mrs. Parks.”
“I can’t wait to be Mrs. Parks.”
He pulled me to my feet and wrapped his arms around me, burying his nose below my ear. “I can’t wait to give you lots of babies.”
“You’re just gonna give them to me?”
“I’m gonna give you something,” he murmured, low and sexy. “That’s for damn sure.”
I tossed back my head and laughed, loving the way I felt when he held me in his arms. When he looked at me with those gorgeous blue eyes. When he made me fall for him all over again with each passing day. Whether he was being funny or serious, his honesty still caused goosebumps to scamper up my arms. I often wondered if it had anything to do with the rainy night three years ago in that deserted parking lot. The night when he promised to always make me laugh and to give me extraordinary moments. Because since the night he tied himself to a tree for me, it had been one magical ride.
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