Connor grabs my waist and pulls me with him. “I know of a closet,” he whispers, his breath sending shivers down my neck.
It’s tempting. “You should get back to work.” I gently push him away. “But let the record show, I won this round.”
He tucks a strand of hair behind my ear and brushes his lips against my cheek. “The defense rests.”
Epilogue
Connor
“You know, Maddie,” Maddie’s mom, Maria, starts, and I catch an eye roll from the woman I love. “Many women propose to their men these days.”
I grin as Maddie chokes on a piece of her food. This is the third time we’ve had this discussion at her parents’ dinner table. We’ve been dating for three months. I fully intend on marrying her, but it took me long enough to get on Maddie’s good side. I’m not going to screw it up by moving too fast.
“Yes, women everywhere are grateful for the opportunity to take over a man’s responsibility, Mom,” Maddie retorts, and I snort. She shoots me a glare.
“You know-it-all,” Maria scolds.
Maddie hmphs and takes a bite of her food. A few moments later Maria catches my eye and motions to her ring finger.
I lift a brow, feigning ignorance.
She mimics putting a ring on her finger then points to me then Maddie.
Subtle.
I pretend to think about it then mouth the word “nah.” I only do this because I know it will get a rise out of her and, well, like mother like daughter.
Except Maddie’s glare has nothing on her mother’s. I can actually feel my skin melting.
Maria stands from the table. “Connor. Come.”
Uh. I look at Maddie for help.
She doesn’t even pretend to feign worry on my behalf. She raises her cup to me, beaming as she takes a sip of water. She knows I’m getting in trouble, and she’s enjoying it. She’s going to get it later.
I push back my chair and follow Maria down a short hall and into a room I’ve never been in before.
Maria slams the door behind me. “You love Maddie?”
Okay, so she can’t take a joke. “Of course.”
“You marry Maddie.”
I shift my weight under her intimidating glare. I don’t think it’s a question, therefore it isn’t up for argument.
“You marry Maddie?” she says again. This time I know it’s a question.
“Yes,” I say. “But I don’t think Maddie is ready.”
“She is ready.”
“I think I should ask her.”
“Yes,” Maria agrees. “Ask her to marry you.”
That’s not what I meant. “I don’t even have a ring. Those take some time.”
“I have a ring.” Maria walks into the closet.
