Page 107 of All Along The Watchtower

My throat closed up. I couldn’t speak past the knot of emotion.

The silence stretched. Someone in the crowd—probably Duck—called out, “Say something, girl!”

I managed a watery laugh. “I will marry you on one condition.”

His eyes sparkled. “What’s that?”

“You never, ever get me up here again.”

The bar erupted in laughter. Ford’s grin widened. “Deal.” He slipped a ring on my finger—where had he been hiding that?—and surged to his feet.

His mouth claimed mine in a kiss that had the whole place whooping and hollering. When we broke apart, I spotted Peyton giving us an enthusiastic thumbs up from her spot with the Gray Beards. Pop wiped suspiciously wet eyes with his napkin.

“I love you.”

God, I’d never get tired of hearing that. “I love you too.”

“You’re stuck with me now.”

I tipped my head back to look at him. “Promise?”

The entire bar raised their glasses in a toast as Ford wrapped his arms around me, both of us grinning like idiots. Which, Isupposed, we were. The happiest kind of idiots, who’d finally found their way back to exactly where we were supposed to be.

Together.