Her eyes went all soft and dreamy when she looked down at the princess-cut diamond, and one tear turned into several. “Oh, Mitch. Where did you get that?”
“Shannon helped me pick it out. Weeks ago.”
“Weeks ago,” she whispered. Her eyes slid closed, and she drew in an unsteady breath. But when she opened them again, they were warm and glistening with tears he knew were filled with happiness, not despair. “It’s beautiful. I love it.”
He slid the ring on her finger, then tipped her mouth back up to his. And as the music shifted to “Someone Like You,” he kissed her until she was breathless. Until he could no longer think. Until she was all he could see and feel and know.
“I love you, Mitch Mathews.” She wrapped her arms around him. “And I promise I won’t ever let you go, so long as you hold on tight to me.”
“I will.” That was a promise he knew he could keep. “Guaranteed.”