Still, I can’t shake the feeling that this is too good to be real. That the universe doesn’t let people like me have something this steady. This permanent.
But then I look at him, this ex-SEAL who somehow became my home, and I know I’d be an idiot to waste another second wondering if I deserve this.
So I drop to one knee.
Beckett chokes.
I watch his brain short-circuit in real time as he scrambles out from under the truck, blinking like he’s taken enemy fire.
“George,” he says, voice tight. “What the hell are you doing?”
I smirk. “You were gonna ask. I just beat you to it.”
His jaw tightens, and his hands fly to his lean hips. “Stand up.”
“Not until you answer me.”
His nostrils flare. “George.”
I sigh dramatically, pull the ring from my back pocket, and hold it up between us. “Beckett Lawson, will you?—”
Before I can finish, he’s digging into his jeans… and pulls out a ring.
My mouth drops open. “You?—”
“Was gonna ask you tonight.” He lifts a brow. “Got a whole speech in my truck. Kinda sweet, actually. You’d have cried.”
Silence.
We both burst out laughing.
Because, of course, we’d do this ass-backward.
I shake my head, still grinning as I finally stand.
Beckett cups my face, tilting it up to his. His hands are rough from wrenching bolts loose, but they’re as steady as hell, like him. “Guess we’re sharing everything now, huh?”
“Guess so,” I murmur against his lips before he kisses me breathless.
A loud crunch disturbs our moment.
We both turn to see Cheese Puff chewing Beckett’s ring box.
He groans. “You’ve got to be kidding me.”
I laugh,reallylaugh. Because somehow, this is my life now: a grumpy ex-mercenary, a garage, a ring, and a goat with expensive taste.
And me?
I have a wedding to plan.
If the town stays standing long enough for me to walk down the damn aisle.
Lucky me.
