Page 143 of Fierce-Jax

“I knew it,” Carolyn said. “But you’d never admit it.”

“Jax was too nervous to ask me out,” she said.

“And Dillion was too old fashioned and felt she shouldn’t have to make the first move.”

“But when we wanted to set you up, then you both knew the other would say yes?” Carolyn asked, frowning.

“Yes,” Jax and Dillion said at the same time.

Carolyn stomped her foot. “Well, darn it. I was so proud of myself thinking it was my idea.”

“You should be,” Dillion said. “Because you gave us the push we needed.”

“That’s right,” Jax said. “But now I can do it on my own. It only seemed fitting, even if it’s kind of corny to do this in here.”

“To do what?” Dillion asked.

She watched Jax get down on his knee in the elevator and pull a ring box out of his jacket pocket. How the hell hadn’t she realized that was in there?

“Ask you to marry me,” he said. “No fancy words or pitches. Just that I love you and want you to be my wife. Will you marry me?”

“Yes,” she said, her lip trembling, tears in her eyes, and her hand shaking as she put it out. “I want to be your wife.”

Jax slid the ring on her finger and stood up to pull her into his arms.

Carolyn nudged him out of the way and hit the button again.

When the doors opened, her parents, her daughter, Jax’s parents, Roni and Trent were standing there.

Gianna charged her but ran past right to Jax. “Can I call you Daddy now?”

Dillion looked at Jax and saw his eyes fill and his head nod. Guess her daughter was up early for another reason and she was stunned Gianna hadn’t given it away.

“Yes,” he said. “You can!”

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