Page 121 of Pour Decisions

“Take the goddamn ring, Whiskey,” he growled, withdrawing it from its cushion and sliding it onto my finger before I could protest further.

I lifted my hand, marveling at the way it sparkled. Set on a rose gold band was a large opal ringed by small diamonds. I discovered a new color in the stone with each twist and turn of my hand. It was unlike any ring I’d seen before, and it was utterly perfect.

Owen rose to his feet, pulling me with him, and I latched onto his neck as he dipped me backward and kissed me soundly.

As we straightened, applause broke out around us, and Iopened my eyes to find our families filing down the stairs from the loft.

Wide-eyed, I turned to Owen, and he grinned sheepishly.

“How do you feel about an impromptu engagement party?”

I could do nothing but laugh, drawing him in for one more kiss before I let my sisters fawn all over me.

“I love you, QB.”

“Forever, Whiskey.”