“Delilah Hart, will you marry me?” I’m grinning like a fool. “Hm. I need to consult my day planner. When were you thinkin’ about doing this?” “Maybe tomorrow? After lunch, if you’re free.” “I could probably clear my schedule. Sure, that could work.” “Sure, you’ll marry me?” “Uh-huh.” “Uh-huh? Maybe I should hold out for a woman that would say yes. Or Absolutely. Definitely.” “Oh no, you don’t, Thayden Walker. There are no takebacks, mister. You proposed. I answered. This is happening. Tomorrow. After lunch.” “Fine.” “Fine.”
