Page 27 of Flung
“We’re about to celebrate a few more things.” He reached for the bottle of wine and poured two glasses.
“Ooh, more celebrating! Okay, what’s up?”
“Well.” He smiled. “I’ve shuffled some things around.”
“Okay?”
“And I’ll be spending more time here.”
I gasped excitedly. “Do I get you another week every month?”
Colton chuckled and shook his head. “No.”
“No?”
“You get me every week.”
Every week?
I gasped. “Colton! You’re moving?”
“Yeah. I just figured I’d rather be here. I’ve already got a great team in Miami. They don’t need me to guide them anymore.”
I laughed, pressing both hands to my mouth. “Colton, oh, my God! I’m so happy!”
“Wait, wait! There’s more!”
“What else can you possibly—”
He lifted his other hand to the table. In it was a blue velvet box, already open.
And inside the box was a ring—a square-cut diamond, surrounded by little chips, set into a white gold band.
My jaw dropped.
I had no idea what to say.
But Colton clearly did.
“Emma. I know this is soon, and we don’t have to rush after this, but… I’m sure about you.”
I felt tears in my eyes.
“Will you marry me?”
I rose and rounded the table, throwing my arms around his neck. And I kissed him, as hard as I could.
When we broke apart, he grinned. “That’s a yes, right?”
I nodded.
He slid the ring on my finger.
It was a perfect fit.
