“You asshole,” she gasped, her hand lowering and her eyes lifting to meet mine. “You’re going to propose.” She said it like an accusation of murder, and I shrugged one shoulder in answer. Without warning, I got something from Tory I rarely ever received. She swept forward and hugged me, tiptoeing up to wrap her arms around my shoulders and speaking into my ear. “No one’s worthy of her, but if anyone deserves her, it’s you Lance Orion.”
