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“Yes or no, tornado. And if it helps any, I got your initials tattooed right here.” He puts a hand on his chest. “Even though the guys told me it was a corny idea, I think it’s romantic, so I did it anyway.”

I snort.

Now Holt’s comment from the other day makes a lot more sense.

I peer down at him—the man who captured my heart one small moment at a time, the man who I now realize was the one I was waiting for all along, the reason none of my other relationships lasted.

It was all to bring me here.

To this moment.

To him.

Chapter thirty-nine

Wes

I stare up at the woman I love, the woman I want to spend the rest of my life with, and hold my breath, hoping she feels the same way about me. That she says yes to my proposal. I know it’s crazy. It’s fast.

But it’s us.

At first, I thought about just asking her to move in with me, but that didn’t feel like enough. I was on my way over to Holt’s house when I got the call from Caleb, hence why the ring was in my pocket. I wasn’t going to do this in front of everyone, but I couldn’t wait. I want her to be mine again. Now.

“This is crazy,” she mutters. “But, yes, I’ll marry you, you silly man.”

I let out a sigh of relief, slipping the ring back onto her finger where it belongs before standing up, sweeping her into my arms, and kissing the shit out of her to cheers and applause.

“I love you too, Weston A. Reynolds,” she murmurs against my lips, and I have to blink the tears away.

How I wish my parents and Uncle Rob were here to see this. But I know they’re all smiling down on me, and part of me thinks that maybe they sent her to me. That Mom knew I needed someone like Hadley in my life.

She pats my chest when we break our kiss.

“I have something to tell you.” She chews on her bottom lip. “It’s kind of a big commitment though.”

My heart hammers in my chest.

“I put a deposit down on a German Shepherd puppy. She’ll be ready to come home in a week and a half.”

“A puppy?” I repeat, setting her down.

She wrings her hands, shifting on her feet. “I know it’s a big commitment, but you said you’d always wanted a dog, and I thought …” She sighs, shaking her head. “It was a stupid idea.”

I grip her hip with one hand and tilt her chin up with the other so she’ll look at me. “It’s not stupid. I’ve always wanted a dog, you know that. Now we’ll have to buy a house so she has a big backyard to play in.”

“Does that mean we’re splitting custody?”

“Hell, no. It means you’re moving in with me.”

She laughs. Before I can tell her I’m not joking, Holt clears his throat, and we turn to him.

“Congratulations, you two.”

“Thank you,” I say as he pulls his sister and then me into a hug.

“I want in on this,” Becca says, opening her arms to Hadley.

For a few minutes, it’s a blur of bodies as the rest of the group comes over and congratulates us. After everyone’s had their fill of hugs and pats on the back, I turn to my fiancée, holding out a hand.