Matt’s eyes watered as he held her close, whispering into her hair, “Oh, baby. I’m so glad to hear that.”
Her arms tightened around his waist. She buried her face in his shoulder.
“I love you, Dusty.” Matt fished the little, blue box out of his pocket. Fingering it, he tapped her on the back. “I still have your ring.”
Sniffling, she stepped back. Her gaze went to his hand. “No s**t, Sherlock!” She shoved his arm, and he dropped it.
Matt stooped to pick it up then leaned forward on one knee. “Since I’m down here anyway... Will you marry me, Dusty Carmichael?” He glanced up, losing his gaze in the glow of her eyes.
“Can I stay with softball?”
“Yes.”
“Will you promise to love me forever?”
“Yes.”
“Then ‘yes,’ I will!” Her grin lit up her face.
Matt opened the box, took out the ring,
