Page 261 of Mountain Daddy
Melt into his kiss.
Soak in the taste of him.
“Love you,” he whispers against my lips.
“Love you,” I whisper back.
He presses another kiss to my mouth, then he steps back, holding his hand out to me.
I place my palm in his, excited to have dinner together.
But he doesn’t lead me to the bar.
“Where are we going?” I ask as we circle around the building.
“I want to show you something.”
His hand is warm against mine.
And I hold on tight as he leads me down the little alley between the back of the bar and the motel.
We stop in front of room two. The room where it all began.
Butterflies swirl in my stomach as Luther pulls a keycard out of his pocket with his other hand.
I want to ask him what we’re doing.
But I think I know.
And when he opens the door.
When I smell the flowers.
When I see the glow of twinkling lights.
I know.
When I follow him inside.
When I see piles of pretty blue pots overflowing with blossoms.
I know.
When he stops at the foot of the bed.
When I see the tray of brownies on the bedspread.
I know.
Luther’s hand slips free of mine, and he picks up a small wooden box from the center of the tray.
I press my hands to my mouth when he faces me.
And a tear rolls down my cheek when he lowers to one knee.
But when he opens the box.
When I see the pretty blue enamel band and the large square diamond…
