And there he was—going down on one knee.
My heart stopped.
He opened a ring box and held it out, his expression surprisingly calm, his dark eyes glinting. “I’m not saying I deserve you, Margot Thurber Lewiston, only that I’ll keep trying as long as you’ll let me. I’ve never loved anyone or anything the way I love you. You brought everything good back to my life—you brought me back to life, and I want to spend it with you. Will you marry me?”
I stood there, literally shaking in my boots, while I tried to find the wherewithal to move, talk, breathe, anything. A few tears slipped down my cheeks. “Yes,” I squeaked, still clutching the basket.
“Want to put the eggs down, baby?” he asked, a smile tugging at his lips.
Nodding, I set the last egg carefully in the basket and put it on the ground. Then I moved closer to Jack and held out my hand, sobs working their way free from my chest. The ring winked at me from a black velvet Tiffany cushion, a gorgeous round solitaire set in a platinum band. My hand trembled as he slipped it on my finger.
I’d thought the ring that Tripp had chosen was perfect, but this one—this one—was my ring. Simple yet exquisite. Modern yet classic. Perfection.
“I love it,” I sobbed, unable to stop myself.
He rose to his feet, laughing a little. “I’m glad. The way you’re crying, I might have wondered.”
I threw my arms around him and he held me tight, lifting me right off my feet. “I love you,” he said in my ear. “I want this forever.”
“Me too,” I said, burying my face in his neck. My heart was so full it spilled over. “Forever.”
THE END