Page 48 of Dirty Ginger

Her breath hitched. “I am ready for this. I’m ready for us, Beckett.”

His heart squeezed and so many deep cracks began to seal as he took the ring from her belly and dangled it on his finger. “Amelia Carter, will you marry me?”

“Yes,” she exclaimed. “Yes, of course, I’ll marry you.”

He slipped the ring onto her finger, and right as he slanted his mouth across hers, he heard a truck driving up his driveway. He’d recognize that rumble of an exhaust anywhere. “That’s Nash, I’m sure of it.”

“Oh, shit, we need to get dressed,” Amelia gasped, jumping out of bed. “Hurry. Hurry.”

“What is it?” he asked, not moving an inch.

She grabbed his arm, pulling him out of the bed. “You’ll see. Get dressed.”

Amelia re-dressed in record speed. Beckett was slower, and he left his shirt unbuttoned as he followed Amelia toward the front door. When she whisked the door opened, he froze, sure his eyes were wrong.

Nash stood by his truck, a big smile on his face. Behind that truck was a horse trailer and written on the side of that trailer read: Beckett Stone. River Rock, Colorado. He blinked and slowly looked at Amelia. “What is this?”

Her smile blinded him. “Your dream coming true.”

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