He goes down on one knee. “Then how about a bet?” My brain scrambles and I clutch my chest. “What kind of bet?” A cocky smirk curves his lips as he opens a jewelry box containing a stunning diamond ring. “I bet you’ll marry me in four years.” A rush of emotion grips my heart, catching me by the throat. “You’re on,” I whisper. And then I give him a smile of my own. Because this is one bet he’s not going to lose.
