There he was. This big, sexy bear of a man, down on one knee. His hair was tucked beneath his beanie, and the twinkle lights allowed just enough light to let me see the depth of those sage-green eyes of his. “What are you doing?” I gasped, dropping to my knees in front of him. “I don’t think you’re supposed to get down on your knees.” He chuckled, and I scooched forward. “I go where you go,” I said, my words breaking on a sob.
