His shaky hands bracket my face, and he clothes his eyes, resting his forehead against mine. Then, with a squeal, he hoists me into this arms and dashes down the stairs. “She said yes!” The volume in the room promptly dies, and I drop my face to my hand as every surprised gaze lifts to us. “You’re getting married?” Garrett finally asks. Carter’s face scrunches. “What? I mean, eventually, yeah, but …” He drops me to my feet, spreads his arms wide, and does a spin. “Olivia’s moving in!”
