“Marry me.”
I laughed and covered my face with my hands.
“I’m serious,” he said, and I looked at him and felt that he was. He slipped the ring onto the fourth finger of my left hand and slid it halfway down; that was as far as it could go. As I brought it to my lips, I admired how the green sugar jewel glinted in the warm spring sunlight. It was as radiant as any emerald.
Pete pointed out the plumes of smoke and my heart stopped. Instead of leaving the park at my urging, he grabbed my wrist and led me toward the source. The main path of the park was cordoned off with yellow caution tape, but Pete effortlessly stepped over it and held it down for me to do the same.
“Just act like you own the place,” he whispered, leading me down the path.
Neither of us was particularly hard to miss, so
