Eralia’s POV
The leather seat of Benny’s truck is cold through the denim of my jeans as we head toward Callan and Mackenzie’s home. My mind is still reeling; Benny asked me to marry him. I know it feels far to fast, we’ve only known each other for a few months, but, he’s right. Whether it is now or five years in the future, I’ll still want to be his wife.
I look down at my finger where a single solitaire diamond, now sits. It’s his grandmother’s ring, an heirloom that she entrusted to my Navy SEAL years ago, sitting, unused in his safe ever since.
‘It won’t disappear if you don’t look at it for a few seconds’ the gruff voice beside me murmurs in amusement.
I look up at him, heat flushing my cheeks. ‘I can’t help it, it’s just so beautiful, are you sure your grandma would be OK with me
