His stomach growls over the song on the radio, and the cutest blush colors his cheeks. “I like seafood.”
“I guess so.” Giggling—which I seem to do a lot of lately—I hop out of the car and wait for him in front of the car. “They also have a white sauce that rivals the stuff at Sauce It Up. In case you’re interested.”
He gives me another of his deliberate glances before he tangles his hand with mine… and promptly stops short on the sidewalk.
“What’s wrong?”
He says nothing, just lowers his chin, drops my hand as quickly as he took it, and prowls off toward the other side of the parking lot.
And then I see him.
Spencer.
With his phone aimed at us, despite the restraining order he was served this afternoon.
He smirks and records long enough to give Dean time to reach him, rip the phone from his hand… and punch him in the face with it.
Spencer hits the asphalt a second before his phone, with Dean looming over both like the sexy, amazing Neanderthal he is.
“I’ll sue you, y-you redneck,” Spencer gasps. “I was more than a hundred feet away.”
“It’s a hundredyards, you fucking moron. And this,” Dean swipes up the phone, “is another violation. Don’t worry. I’ll be turning it into the police as evidence.” He shoves it into his pocket, starts to back away…
And I swoon.
By the time he returns to my side, I don’t even care if we eat. All I want to do is go home and ride him like the stallion he is.
“Why you looking at me like that?” he asks, adjusting the collar of his shirt and rolling his shoulders.
“If you weren’t already mine, I’d husband you up in a heartbeat.”
He thumbs his nose with a snort. “Careful, babe. Those are sexist words you’re throwing around.”
“Believe me, the thoughts in my head are worse.” I lick my lips and watch his eyes go hazy.
“Fuck, woman. You keep looking at me like that and you’ll ruin my plans.”
“Screw the plans. Screw dinner. Let’s go home and—”
“Screw?” He drops to a knee and pulls out a small black box with a crown logo on top. “Fine. I’m in. But not before I do this.”
“What… how… where…” I’m dreaming, right? This whole day has been a dream, and I’m going to wake up—
“I called Ryder this morning for a jeweler recommendation, and guess what?”
I sputter, because words… I have none.
“He was in town buying diamonds, and he happened to have a few things with him.” He lifts the lid of the box and removes an even smaller velvet box. “I knew this was yours the second I saw it.”
I gasp at the bright, brilliant, ridiculously big diamond shining beneath the late day sun. “Dean… oh my god. You didn’t have to—”
“Yeah, I did, babe. You’re already my wife, and I want everyone to know.” His dark eyes flit back and forth between mine, emotion brewing in. “Wear my ring, sweetness. Let’s show the world that what we’ve got is real.”
“Abso-freaking-lutely. And I won’t even make you take my last name.”
He laughs as he gets to his feet, slips the ring on my finger, and takes my breath away with the kiss of a lifetime.
“Remember when I asked for just one kiss in Vegas?” I pant when we break apart what feels like hours later. “That’sthe kind of kiss I was talking about.”
