Dylan couldn’t get his heart to stop racing. It was like his most vital organ was in a marathon. He looked at the discarded items that had fallen from his hands at the mere mention of the word marriage.
Why had Hazel asked that? Or was it more of a general question, as she scrambled for clarification?
thatIn the end, he wanted to be brave like her. Say what was on his mind, the way she did. Not be embarrassed by how he felt, as she never seemed to be.
“So I should go talk to her, huh?” he asked the two dogs who’d piled onto his favorite couch. Only Milo looked at him, his eyes saying yes, you blithering cowboy. Go talk to her.
So Dylan walked across the room and knocked on the bedroom door. Hazel opened it only a moment later, her chin lifted high. “Yes?”
“I see myself getting married
