Steadfast (True North, #2)

by Sarina Bowen

“This is an awfully nice spot in the world. Maybe the nicest spot anywhere. I predict there will be lots of romantic moments happening out here.” “Yeah?” I asked, stealing a kiss. “Should we test that theory out?”

My job was going well and every night I came home to someone I loved. There was nothing like walking into the house we shared to hear her call out, “In here!” from our kitchen. I always kissed her hello, then ran off to take the fastest shower ever so I could go back and help with dinner and hear about her day.

Holding her in my arms every night was all I ever wanted.

“Sophie, I’ve waited a long time to be able to ask you this. There were years I didn’t think it could ever happen. Will you be my wife?”

I opened the top of the little box my father had given me earlier, revealing my grandmother’s antique wedding ring.

“Holy shit,” Griffin said again. ““You’re making the rest of the men look like assholes now.” “Oh, shut it,” Zara complained. “The word you’re looking for is congratulations.”

“You make me feel so lucky,” I told her. It was the truest thing I’d ever said. “We’re both lucky,” she insisted.