She saw Dallas reach into the table and pull out something too small to see inside his large hand. She c****d her head at the strange look on his face.
“What’s up?” she asked. “You OK?”
“Ummm. Yeah.” He was suddenly terrified.
“Dallas? What?”
“It’s just – I wanted to – I’d like to ask – I was hoping…”
Oh, for f**k sake, man. Very smooth. Jesus Christ, pull yourself together, would you? Start again.
“Olivia.” He cleared his throat. “I love you.”
She blinked at his formal tone. “I love you too.”
“I know you do, and sometimes I still can’t believe it, baby. You’re just the most amazing, bravest, most stunning woman I’ve ever known, and I’m lucky to have you. And I want to have you for a long time… forever, if possible.” He produced the box now, opened the lid. “So… will you? Marry me?
