Her smile is brilliant. “What fun would that be?”
When I glower at her, she relents.
“Fine. This is me sticking my hand in your pocket.”
“Not that one. The other one.”
She gives me a sour look, then leans to my other side and pats around my hip until she finds the pocket of my slacks. Then she shoves her hand inside.
I can tell when she finds the box by the way her eyes widen.
“You said you were a size six in rings. I didn’t forget.”
Her hand shaking, she withdraws the little black box and stares at it. Her eyes fill with tears.
“I love you, Shay. I fell in love with you the first day we met when you sat down at my table and smiled at me. And I’ll love you until I take my last breath. Nobody else has ever been as good to me or for me as you’ve been, and I want to spend the rest of
