Page 50 of Crazy Love

Thriving. I told him he could have whatever he wanted from the grocery store—WHATEVER he craved—and so far, he’s picked out mixed greens, cucumbers, tomatoes, a huge bag of oranges, and a family pack of chicken breasts.

Addy

I swear, that boy is golden.

He really is.

Addy

Have you thought about what I suggested?

Only all night and every second since…

Addy

And?

I think you’re onto something. How are you feeling about it?

Addy

I think I’m onto something too. I feel really good about it actually.

My heart feels like it’s going to rocket right out of my skin. Can this really be happening? I know she’s proposing a marriage strictly for the purpose of getting Sam, but my heart is reacting like she’s told me she loves me and wants to have my babies. And instead of terrifying me like I would expect it to, I’mexcited and hopeful.

Me too, Addy. I still can’t believe you’re willing.

When we get in the car, Sam carefully unpeels his Reese’s Peanut Butter Cup and takes a small bite. I lean over and bop his cap.

“I might ask Addy to marry me.”

He chokes on the chocolate. “What? Wait. Are you serious?”

I shrug, like this isn’t the most important conversation of my life. “Thinking about it. I never told you this part, but…she’s the one I met in the Bahamas. Haven’t been able to stop thinking about her ever since. I want this.”

“Dude!” His whole bruised face lights up. “Are you for real right now? Like, really?”

I nod, and for a second, he just stares at me, then suddenly leans over and wraps me in the most aggressive side hug.

“You have to do it,” he says.

I laugh. “You think she’ll say yes?”

“I’ll be shocked if she doesn’t,” he says. “She’swayinto you, I can tell.”

“Oh yeah?”

“Yeah. When she looks at you, her eyes go like this.” He gives me dreamy eyes and I crack up as I start the SUV. “And when you look at her, you’re like—” He puts his hand over his heart and he starts panting, his eyes completely deranged.

“Oh God, tell me that isn’t what I really look like,” I say.

His head falls back as he laughs.

“Should we go pick out a ring?” I ask.

“You mean it?” he asks, all excited.

“Let’s go put the groceries away and then we’ll run to the jeweler.”

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