Page 131 of Tragic (Lark Cove 3)

The man was lucky he was so hot. It was impossible for me to stay angry at that face.

With one hand gripping my elbow, he waved good-bye to Thea and Logan, then to Jackson, who’d also come out from behind the bar—laughing.

“I told you it was nothing,” I snapped as we walked outside and to my car. “Can we just go back inside now? I have to pee.”

“What did I just tell you about lying?”

Damn it again. I didn’t have to pee.

“I got all dressed up for this party.”

He raised an eyebrow. “Trying to impress someone other than me?”

“Women dress up to impress other women,” I informed him as he opened up the passenger door to the Tahoe.

“And I’m sure Thea was impressed. Up you go.”

“What about your truck?”

He answered by slamming the door.

I crossed my arms over my chest, resting my forearms on my belly. Then begrudgingly buckled up.

There was no way we’d be staying for this party. Kaine thought something was wrong, which it kind of was, and he was on a mission to solve my problems.

I pouted the entire drive up the mountain until he pulled into the driveway. Then I gasped. Because in my driveway—our driveway—was an Airstream.

“You bought a camper?”

“No, I got our camper. Logan and I made a trade. Thea’s got a new bedroom set waiting when she gets home tonight.”

“Oh my god.” I stretched my arms for Kaine’s face, framing it and pulling him closer for a kiss. The minute his soft lips touched mine, I melted. “I’m not upset about the party anymore.”

“There’s something else I want to show you.” He kissed me again before getting out and coming around the Tahoe. He helped me down and then led me to the Airstream’s door.

The generator behind the camper was running so I wasn’t surprised when the inside was toasty warm.

“It feels smaller than I remembered. Though that’s probably because I’ve turned into a hungry-hungry hippo.”

“Hey.” He stepped inside behind me, wrapping his arms around my chest. “Don’t say bad things about my wife.”

“It’s tru—” Wait. Did he say wife? “Did you just say wife?”

“Yup.”

“But you stopped proposing.”

“Did I?”

With his hard chest against my back and one arm trapping me tight, he used the other to pull something from his pocket. It was my ring.

He spun me around, then dropped to a knee. “Marry me?”

“Yes.”

He grinned and slid the ring on my finger. “It’s about damn time.”

“I love you.”