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“Lace, can you do me a favor?”
“What?” Her expression was wary.
“Could you forget everything that happened since we got into the truck?”
Her shoulders sagged. “I think that’s the best suggestion you’ve had all day.” She turned and started to get back in the truck.
“Lacey Davila.”
She turned back, and he went down on one knee. He didn't have a ring, damn it, but he had thought she was too practical for that. They could get one later.
“Lacey, I want to love you, love your babies. I want to take care of you, build a house for you. I want to live there with you because you make me happy. Just seeing you makes me happy. Hearing you laugh. Hearing you talk. I want to be the one you turn to when things get rough. I want to be there for you, and your babies. Will you marry me?”
Tears streamed down her face as she looked down at him, her face illuminated by the running lights of his truck. She pulled her hand free from his and shook her head.
“I’m sorry, Beck. I can’t.”
Chapter Twenty Three
HER DAD KNOCKED ONher bedroom door when he got home from Austin’s party. “Where did you disappear to tonight?” he asked through the door. “Everyone was looking for you.”
She’d spent the last hour crying into her pillow, so she should have expected her father’s dark expression when she opened the door to let him in.
“Everyone?” she asked, her voice froggy from tears.
“Austin, especially. Poppy and Ginny too. I think they thought you were going to help clean up.”
“Well, Beck and I took a little ride, and then I just couldn't face everyone.”
Her dad frowned. “It was mentioned that Beck was also MIA. What did he say to you?”
“He proposed.” She sputtered the last word, bursting into tears all over again.
“He did what?” Her dad’s voice was like bullets from a gun as he guided her into the living room, onto the couch and sat across from her.
“He wants to marry me.”
