Page 67 of Electric Kiss

He gave her a wink and gunned the engine, sending them careening down the track and up to the Turner Estate, the setting sun casting long shadows in their wake.

Daisy held on tight as they raced along, the wind andthe road beneath them a blur, the surrounding treeline of bare branches.

Each bend in the road brought something new to admire, and each straight way was a chance to sit back and take in the beauty of the passing scenery. He couldn’t go as far as he wanted as it was the private land. For his plan, he went somewhere familiar and where he knew he could take the bike.

Nate had been planning this day since he suggested they got married, but there had never been a chance once Daisy’s brothers turned their backs. Now, as they sped along, he had only one thought in his mind.

Propose.

Nate knew that when he reached the spot he had chosen, the cliffs above the sea, he would have the perfect setting to ask her to be his wife. Even though they had already agreed and would be in front of the vicar the next day.

As they arrived at the cliffs, the sun had all but set, its dying rays painting the sky a deep pink. Nate stopped the motorcycle and took Daisy’s hand, squeezing it tightly as he got off.

“Come,” he said, leading her to the edge.

The cliffs rose steeply above the sea, their jagged edges silhouetted against the twilight sky. Nate and Daisy stood at the brink, looking out in awe at the majestic landscape.

Nate stepped forward and scooped Daisy into his arms, spinning her around and kissing her deeply. When he finally put her down, he reached into his pocket and produced a small, velvet-covered box.

“Daisy,” he said, his voice wavering with emotion, “I’ve known you only a couple of months, and we’re getting married tomorrow. But in that short time, I’ve grown to loveyou more than I ever thought possible. A girl needs a proposal, so will you do me the honour of turning up tomorrow and becoming my wife?”

He opened the box to reveal a sparkling diamond ring, his grandmother’s ring. Daisy gasped in delight as she saw it. Nate remembered she said she just wanted a wedding band, but he wanted more for her.

“Yes!” she said, her eyes bright with tears. “Yes, Nate, I will turn up tomorrow!”

Nate slid the ring onto her finger, then kissed her again, this time with even more passion than before. They stood there, holding each other tightly, until the last of the light had faded completely. As they turned and made their way back to the motorcycle, Daisy smiled at him, her eyes twinkling with excitement.

“We must be mad,” she said.

Nate smiled back. “We can be mad for the rest of our lives,” he answered.

Chapter Twenty-Three

Daisy

Daisy awoke on her wedding day with a thrill of anticipation. She hadn’t slept much, her mind too overflowing with excitement for Nate and the day to come. She rolled out of bed, feet already padding across the carpet to her bathroom before her eyes had even opened.

Nate stayed at the workshop even though they’d spent every night together since they’d first slept together.

She smiled at the old-fashioned tradition, thinking she would be Mrs Hill in a few hours. Reverend Wendy Sprite would meet them at Copper Island church. They’d toyed with marrying in the Turner Chapel, but Daisy didn’t want to risk her mother being spotted by her brothers or her Aunt Cynthia.

It was a chilly day in early December, but the sun shone brightly through the window, and the sky was painted blue for a beautiful day.

Daisy hummed as she descended the stairs to herkitchen and filled the kettle. Nothing would take the smile off her face that day. As she leaned against the countertop, scrolling mindlessly through her social media, waiting for the kettle to boil, her attention was directed to the tapping on the glass.

She looked up at her back door and almost dropped her phone. Daisy put the phone down, lifted her robe and ran to the back door. She flipped the lock and swung the door open.

“Mum,” she said and sobbed. “I thought you were coming later.”

“You’re worth the risk, Daisy. I took an earlier boat. Mum and Dad met me at the boat, and we had breakfast. They’ll meet us at the church. Have you had breakfast?”

“No, I’m too nervous.”

“You must eat, even if it’s a piece of toast. Have you got any peanut butter?”

“Yeah,” Daisy said, grinning. “I’m so happy you’re here.”

Daisy grabbed her mum and hugged her hard. The bonus of her brothers not talking to her was that there was no danger of them being interrupted. Still, she wasn’t going to risk sitting out on the back patio. Her mother made her breakfast while she dashed upstairs to have a shower. When she came back downstairs, a feast awaited her in the dining room.

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