Page 27 of Her Candy Cane Cowboy
I’m encouraged by what he shared. “I want to propose to her.” I’m hoping he won’t tell me that’s a bad idea. Or he won’t say give it time. Because it doesn’t matter if it’s days or decades, I know she’s the only woman I’ll ever love.
“I’ve got her mother’s ring if you want it,” he says. “I had a feeling and brought it along on the trip. That tiny balled shit for brains ex of hers refused it. Said it was old and looked cheap.”
I hear the embarrassment mixed with anger in his tone.
“But it’s precious to my daughter and she wanted to use it as part of her wedding ring set. It’s a way of her mom being there on her special day.”
His voice cracks on the last sentence.
I’m feeling choked up myself at the thought of how much Ginger must be missing her mom. “I think that’s a great idea.”
He sounds happy that I agreed. “She might not be ready to accept a proposal,” he warns.
“I know. But I want to try. If she turns me down, I’ll go beat the hell out of her ex to make myself feel better about getting rejected.”
Her father laughs loudly. “I’ll be your wingman. But we’ll need someone to post our bail.”
“I have a big family. Someone will get us out.”
He laughs again. “Alright then, son. I’ll see you soon.”
I disconnect and go in to help Ginger pick out snacks. Then I dart into the bathroom and call my family to give them a heads up that I’m almost there with the woman I love. “She means the world to me,” I tell my mom. “And I’m going to marry her.”
My mom’s squeal of delight can probably be heard two states away. “Marshall and Jonas went over to Coyote Bend and picked up her father so they can spend Christmas together. We’ll have two extra people.”
“I’m so excited! I’ll get everything arranged.”
My folks are always prepared for unexpected visitors. Mom keeps extra gifts in case someone drops in. She’s the same way about food. Always cooking extra portions in case someone shows up. “I gotta go. Ginger’s heading back to the truck.”
“Okay. You drive careful with my future daughter-in-law.”
Once I’m back in the truck with her, Ginger hands me a cup of coffee, then rips open a bag of chips. “Being horny makes me crave salt.”
I nearly spew the sip of coffee I took and whip my head around to stare at her. “Are you serious?”
“Completely.”
“That really gives new meaning to watch your salt.”
She pops a chip in her mouth and chews. “I got horny because we were talking about your cock right before I went to get the snacks.”
“If it helps you to think about my cock, then I support you.”
She laughs.
“And whenever you want to see it again, I’ll support you in that, too.”
“You’re quite the thoughtful guy, aren’t you?”
“It’s important to me that you feel my…support.”
She shakes her head. “Drive, cowboy.”
“Whatever you say, darlin’.”
“Remember that when we’re in bed,” she murmurs. “That you’ll do what I say.”
“I don’t have an issue pleasing you in any way you want to be pleased.”
