Page 137 of Tito

“If you don’t move,” I said. “I won’t be able to see the sunset.”

“If I do move,” he replied, kneeling in front of me. “I won’t be able to do this.”

It couldn’t be.

My heart rose into my throat.

“This adventure began on June 6th.” He reached into the pocket of his shorts and produced a ring. “I love to have your assurance it’ll continue for no less than forever. Regina Anne Gottschalk, will you agree to marry me?”

With eyes that were welled with tears, I glanced at my father.

He, too, had eyes swollen with tears. Flanked by the remaining four men, he gave a nod.

“I’ve already asked his permission,” Tito said. “All I need it yours.”

I faced Tito. “Yes,” I said. “I certainly will.”

He slipped the ring onto my finger. Congratulations followed, with each person admitting that they knew in advance what was happening. Personally, I had no earthly idea. I’d merely dreamed that one day it might happen.

After passing out glasses of champagne, my father started the boat.

“What are you doing?” I asked. “I thought we were going to watch the sunset?”

“Hap and Braxton are on shore, waiting,” he said, checking his watch. “We’ve got dinner reservations at Porter’s Port, to celebrate.”

“Never heard of it,” I said.

“It’s a new place along the shore that faces the bay,” he replied. “They specialize in grilled octopus, the most tender steaks, and fresh seafood.”

“If it’s any kind of a place to celebrate our engagement, they’re not going to let us in,” I complained. “We’re not dressed for it.”

“Don’t worry about how you’re dressed.” He looked at Goose, winked, and then met my gaze. “I’m friends with the owner.”