Before I could get out of the car, the door opened, and he pulled me out, carrying me in his arms. “Rowan!” I squealed. “Need to carry you over the threshold,” he grunted. I smiled. “That’s for brides.” “Gotta do that too. Get married.” I looked up at him. “Is that a proposal?” He walked us in the door, Maggie running around his legs in greeting. “Got a ring,” he said in answer. “Was gonna do a big thing at dinner at Carlisle’s tomorrow.” I laughed. We had both made big plans that went to shit, it seemed.
