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“Not quite,” Amberswan replied, “you have a few more.”
“Geez, is my aim that bad?” Trixie shook her head. Her eyes were still closed. She threw a few more darts much to Amberswan’s dismay. None of them were hitting the map at all. “Okay, one last time, and then you’re going to have to choose the last place!”
“That’s fine,” Amberswan smiled, “I have no issues with that.”
“Until you choose a place you don’t want to go to because I was a bad aim. I’m just off today.” Trixie didn’t want to admit it was because of Grant. Her pride wouldn’t let her. She searched for the darts and found them. “Okay, am I aiming at the right place at least?”
Amberswan looked up. “Yes.”
“Okay,” Trixie wasn’t going to wind her arm. She was just going to throw. No need for theatrics. “And here we go…one last shot before I take a break.” She threw the dart. “There! Did I make it?”
“You made it, all right.” Grant spoke and Trixie opened her eyes in shock. “Perfect aim like the other ones.”
“Grant!” Trixie was in too much shock to be angry. Grant held what appeared to be two dozen roses and a box of chocolates. “What…what are you doing here? How did you know I was even here?”
“Well, a little birdie told me you would be here today,” he looked over to Amberswan, who shrugged as she continued toinstall the weave, “and she told me I needed to come down so you can…” he swallowed and cleared his throat. “…stop being a mopey b-word.”
“I said bitch!” Amberswan nodded. “I own that.”
Trixie rolled her eyes and smiled. “Thank you for meddling in my business, Amberswan.”
“You’re welcome, bitch.” She blew a kiss. “Go use my office to talk but don’t fuck in it, please. I still need to eat lunch in there and I don’t want to smell ass and regret when I do go in there.”
Trixie felt her entire face turn every shade of pink, purple, and crimson. She quickly grabbed Grant’s arm and led him to the back. She closed the door behind them. “I’m so, so sorry for that! I…I would say she’s not normally like that, but she’salwayslike that.”
“I have no problem with her. I love her.” Grant set down the roses and chocolate. “But I’m in love with you. You’ve ignored all of my calls and texts. This was a final option, and if this didn’t work, I would’ve run out of here with my tail between my legs.” He let out a small breath. “I know my family can be a lot to deal with and I know it’ll take forever to forgive me fully. But even if this is our last conversation, I don’t want to leave here without you knowing how much I’m truly sorry and I’ll do anything to make it up to you. I can’t promise you’ll never interact with Charlotte but I can promise she’ll be on her best behavior towards you from now on. She’s pretty much locked out of every social circle. Many women that night remembered their husbands also rented her before we met.”
“Oh,” Trixie was astonished, “it wasn’t my intention to embarrass her.”
“She had it coming for a long time, trust me.” Grant closed the distance between them. “I didn’t want you to leave at the party and I don’t want you to leave my life.” He held her waist. “I’m willing to do anything to get you back, Traci. I’d never feltthis way about anyone before and I don’t think I’ll ever feel this way again. I want you, Traci. I love you. And if you don’t want me, then I’ll have to accept that but I need to hear that from you.”
Trixie smiled through streaming tears. “You always called me by my government name,” she sniffled, “no one but family ever called me that.”
“Because I’m serious about you and about us,” Grant got down on one knee. He pulled out a small box and opened it. It was the same ring Trixie gave back to the jeweler. “This has to be the most expensive ring I have ever purchased. I know it was expensive before but worth more than all the jewels in the world because you’re wearing it. I want forever with you. Will you do me the honor by becoming my wife?”
“Bitch, you better say yes!” Amberswan yelled through the door.
Trixie laughed and sniffled. “I thought we were having a private conversation?”
“I think we both knew that wasn’t going to happen here,” Grant held up the ring, “Now, Traci, I’m older than you, baby, so I can’t stay on one knee for too long before I start sounding like a Rice Krispie…”
“Yes!” Trixie yelled and Grant stood up. He placed the ring on her finger before they embraced and kissed. “The answer will always be yes!”
“About time!” Amberswan yelled as she opened the door, with the rest of the salon clapping for the new betrothed couple. “Shit, I was getting blue balls waiting for an answer!”
CHAPTER TWENTY
TWO YEARS LATER…
“How are you feeling?”
“Very, very tired.”
“Yeah, that makes sense.”
“You think?” Trixie smiled.
Grant looked down at his newborn son, Nicholas. “I think so.”
