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Speaking of Dec, I reach down to grab my handbag from where I dropped it on the floor when we got here earlier and pull my phone out. I find his name and hit call. He answers on the secondring.
“How’d itgo?”
“You knew about all this and didn’t tell me?” I’m amazed Dec could keep his mouth shut; he isn’t very good with secrets. Plus, I don’t think he likes Lucas, although he’s never said it out loud, so I’m surprised he did any favours forhim.
“Yeah. Did you not notice I hadn’t spoken to you that much this week?” he asks and I think back. Yeah, we had a long chat after Jake appeared Friday night, but other than a few texts, that had been about it. So, that was Dec keeping a secretthen!
“I didn’t think you liked Lucas. Why’d you helphim?”
“I don’t not like him, Lilly. He seems okay. I just don’t like the way he treated you when he left. He does seem to want to make up for it though. I mean, how much money do you think he dropped on allthat?”
“I know, it’s crazy. And the ring,” I say, once again looking down at myhand.
“Whatring?”
“The engagement ring,” I hear Dec’s sharp intake of breath. “Didn’t you know about thatbit?”
“No. He asked you to marry him?” Dec asks, and I’m not sure if he’s just shocked or angry from his voice. A little of both, I think. “You said yes, didn’tyou?”
“Of course I did, Dec. I love him and we’re having twinstogether.”
“Are yousure—”
“I know what I’m doing, Dec,” I say, cutting himoff.
“Are you sure? What happens if he gets freaked out and disappearsagain?”
“He won’t,” I say, with complete confidence in Lucas. He’s opened up to me now, and I’m confident he’ll be able to talk to me beforerunning.
“Hmmm… I’m sorry, Lills, but I’ve got to go. It’s crazy busy down here today. Enjoy the rest of your day celebrating,” he says before hanging up, but I’m still not sure he’s entirely happy aboutthis.
“Hey, baby. Who wasthat?”
“Dec. You didn’t tell him about this?” I ask, sticking my hand out towardshim.
“No. I didn’t think he should know first. Shit, I was meant to ask your dad, wasn’t I?” Lucas askssuddenly.
“It’s tradition, but I’m sure my dad will get over it. You may just have to buy him an expensive bottle ofwhiskey!”
“That I can do. So, when do you want to become Mrs.Dalton?”
“Ugh, when I can fit into my dream dress,” I say, running a hand over mybelly.
“Oh,” is Lucas’ response, along with a sad lookingface.
“What?”
“I was hoping for sooner than that. I was us all to be afamily.”
“We will be. We are,Luc.”
“But you’ll still be LillyMorrison.”
“Luc, as much as I want to marry you—and I do, I promise—I also want to have time to plan it properly exactly as I, I mean we, want it. I don’t want it to be a shotgun wedding just because I’m pregnant. I want to be able to go dress shopping and try on every dress in the store, not just the ones that will fitme.”
“What if I organised it?” he askshopefully.
“What, thewedding?”
