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I don’t need to win some stupid bet. I’m already the luckiest man in the bar.
Grace and I have had numerous conversations about what’ll happen when we get married—when, not if, because come on now. We’re end game and we both know it.
“I told you a long time ago—you’re it for me, Gracie Elizabeth. I’m going to marry you one day.”
“Who says I want to marry you?” I tip my head in challenge. “Don’t you dare pretend we’re not forever.”
“You make me feel everything,” I finally reveal. “You make me smile. You make me hard. You drive me crazy.” My voice breaks slightly. “You make me feel safe.”
“You and me. The pact is that we spend as much time together as humanly possible. We don’t let our busy schedules control our relationship. If there’s no time, we make time.” I’m startled to hear my voice crack. “Hockey doesn’t matter. School, work. None of it matters if you and I are struggling. If we aren’t connecting.”
I flash her a faint smile before turning back to the pastor. “So. Just out of curiosity…” My grin widens. “Do you do weddings?”
I’d rather die. Also, if she’s dying, I’m dying right along with her. I can’t live without her.”
Like, Tuck is just sitting here now, drinking champagne and smiling at me as if he hadn’t just threatened to commit suicide on my deathbed. Gingers are psychotic.
While Joe slowly lowers himself onto a chair, I prepare two sandwiches at the counter, then grab two beers from the fridge. “It’s noon,” he points out. “I need the liquid courage.” Just like that, his expression becomes more pained than usual. “Aw man, no. Is that it? Today’s the day?” I frown. “What day?” He scrubs one hand over his eyes, the other over his dark beard. “You’re gonna ask for my blessing. Aw hell. Just get it over with and ask, then. You really need to drag out the torture and make both of us uncomfortable? I’d rather be waterboarded. Goddamn it. We both know I’m going to say
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When everything else is out of control, this woman grounds me.
ME: I mean, if you want to be a little jealous, that’s cool too… HER: Oh, I’ll cut a bitch. They don’t want to try me.
