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“Yeah? To me?” he smirked. She slapped his arm, and he feigned pain.

“Yes, you asshole. To you. Do I have to do the proposing?”

“Absolutely not. I will propose to you, Em. When you’re back, in front of our families, when we’re not interfering in Walker and Mags wedding. I love you, woman. I’ve loved you nearly my entire life.”

“I love you, too, Sebastian.”

Brix smiled at his friends on the dance floor, then kissed his own wife. He nodded his head toward them.

“That looks like our next wedding,” he said.

“I like them all,” said Daphne. “In fact, I love them all. Not as much as I love you, but I do love them all.”

“They love you, babe. Not as much as I love you, but they love you.”

“Well, then,” she grinned. “I’d say that’s a fine start to our next seventy years.” Brix laughed at her, lifting her in his arms.

“Let’s make it eighty.”