“There.” Sitting back on the curb, I admired our handywork. “H plus L.” I grinned at him. “Together forever.” “Yep,” he agreed, draping his arm over my shoulders. “And in twenty years’ time, when we come back here to visit, we can show this to our kids.” “So you are going to marry me,” I teased, elbowing his side. “I thought I already told you I would,” he replied, sounding confused. “No, you asked me would I say yes,” I corrected, shifting closer. “But you never actually said you would ask me.” “Oh.” His cheeks turned pink. “Well, consider this conversation my confirmation on that matter.”
