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He pried her hand away with a sly grin. “Relax, beautiful. Just because I have the ring in my pocket—have since beforeI left seven years ago—doesn’t mean I’m going to ask you anything. I just wanted you to know.”
Seven years ago? He’d gotten her a ring?
She was starting to feel dizzy. But just like seven years ago, Dallas seemed cool as a cucumber.
Confident.
Collected.
And completely in love with her.
He knew her better than she probably knew herself. The fact that he didn’t drop to one knee and propose spoke volumes. But that smirk he wore also indicated he wasn’t going to wait forever.
The churning in her stomach kicked it up a notch and she bit back her own grin. This was what love felt like.
No, this was what it felt like to come home.
She placed a hand to his cheek and shook her head with a quiet laugh. “You’re something special, too.”
He turned his mouth to the inside of her palm and pressed a gentle kiss, sending sparks ricocheting up her arm. “Glad you finally caught up.”
Camilla laughed. “While I’m tempted to see proof of that ring, I think I’ll stick to tradition and settle for a date.”
Dallas scooped her up and spun her around, her laughter echoing around them. Soon, he placed her back on her feet and kissed her deeply, making her body heat and her limbs melt. “It’s a deal,” he murmured against her lips before kissing her like both of their lives depended on it.
And perhaps they did.
EPILOGUE
One Month Later
Dallas
Dallas shifted his weight from foot to foot. “Are you sure this is going to work?”
Isabelle groaned. “Will you stop fidgeting? I sent Jason to get her. And if you remember?—”
He stiffened, then whirled to face her. “Jason? Why did you send Jason?” His voice went up an octave—something he wasn’t all too proud about.
By the way Isabelle bit back a grin, she knew exactly what that information would do to him. No, Camilla hadn’t actually been interested in dating Jason. And no, they didn’t have a past in the traditional sense. But they had gone on a date and the guy had been interested in her.
Dallas scowled at Isabelle, and she snickered.
“Relax. He’s not going to ask her out. I mean, look around you. Do you think a guy like him is into chasing unattainable women?”
He did as she requested. There were rose petals leading from the door of the empty barn to where he knelt. Twinkling lights were strung around the whole space. When Camilla finally agreed to marry him, he wanted it to be right here, where he shared lasting memories with her.
Isabelle had a point.
While Dallas hadn’t been thrilled at the notion, he couldn’t deny that Jason’s help had been instrumental in setting this place up. He, along with Camilla’s brothers, had cleaned out the storage space. With the right touches, this place would easily be transformed into a reception center for a rustic wedding.
“Is it too much?” he asked.
Isabelle wrinkled her nose and glanced around the space. “Maybe. But Camilla’s been waiting for this for nearly a decade. I don’t think she’d have any issue with it being over the top.”
“And here I thought you were the hopeless romantic.” He’d meant for the statement to be a joke, but Isabelle didn’t meet his eyes. It was something he’d started to notice. Now that he wasn’t obsessing over winning Camilla back, he’d started to pay attention to the little things.
The Isabelle who had helped him with her sister wasn’t the same woman he’d met seven years ago. She’d changed. It was a small change. And perhaps he shouldn’t pay that much attention to her. But he saw it. The sparkle in her eyes had been dimmed.
